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I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

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“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

But then it happened. A subtle touch. Not intentional—or maybe it was. I don’t know. He leaned closer to point at a number on the sheet. His hand brushed mine. Just a second. Barely noticeable. But my chest caught fire, my pulse sky-rocketed, and I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff. I wanted to pull away, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. “You missed a zero here,” he said softly, his voice lower than before. “Double-check it.”

Chapter Six—Gianna Justin’s tongue rolled right across his lips. It was good whiskey too. Ignoring the ongoing chattering from the other customers at the restaurant whose eyes clearly glanced over at his corner, he grabbed a napkin from the other side of the table and wiped his face clean. It was a good suit too, one of his favorites, which his ex wife had soiled with expensive whiskey. He didn’t think she had it in her, to pull off something as bold as throwing a drink on his face. She was different—Gianna was definitely different.

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I just hold the phone out so he can read it, my cheek still pressed to his bare chest, skin warm and solid under me. Levi reads in silence. His hand never stops moving along my spine. She says she wants the best for me, I think, the spiral kicking up again even while I’m wrapped around him. But her version of best means erasing this. Erasing us. And I don’t know if I can ever go back to pretending. I can’t and I won’t.

Author’s Note to the Reader Dear Reader, What you are about to step into is not just a love story. It’s a tangled web of passion, betrayal, secrets, and the quiet ache of discovering the truth behind the people we think we know. Jacqueline’s journey is one many of us know too well, the journey of holding on when we should let go, of chasing stability while craving fire, of mistaking comfort for love. Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life.

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.