Days blurred into nights as Mitchell and Liam grew closer. Shared glances, lingering touches, and hushed conversations built an undeniable, electrifying tension, hinting at desires long suppressed. He'd brought with him a battered guitar, and evenings were often filled with the strumming of chords, his voice a low, resonant baritone weaving tales of faraway places and fleeting loves. Mitchell would sit, ostensibly reading, but her eyes would drift to his hands strong and tanned, calloused from years of work and play. She'd catch his gaze, and a jolt, sharp and unexpected, would travel through her. He'd offer a quick, knowing smile, the corner of his mouth tilting upwards, and she'd quickly look away, her cheeks flushing.Her husband, when he called, was a distant voice, offering a polite inquiry about the weather and a vague promise to be home soon. His absence was a constant, a dull ache in the background of her life, a testament to the growing chasm between them. The house, once a s
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