Sloane's POVThat midnight, I was in a bedroom that wasn’t mine. The darkness felt thicker here, heavier somehow, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.I sat at the edge of the bed wearing a white wedding nightie so transparent it barely deserved the name. The thin fabric clung to every curve, the hard points of my nipples clearly visible even in the low light, the hem brushing the tops of my bare thighs. Nothing underneath. Not even a scrap of lace. My skin prickled with awareness, every soft shift of the nightie against me feeling far too intimate for a room that still smelled faintly of polished wood and unfamiliar cologne.The door creaked open with a soft click, and the lights flared on, flooding the room in sudden brightness. I squinted against it. The man who stepped inside was tall, his dark hair slightly disordered, his tie loosened and hanging crooked around his neck. The top buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing a strip of tanned skin and
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