Fated love
Claire seemed distant, her gaze fixed on nothing in particular.
But what caught Cleo’s attention next was something unexpected.
As Claire shifted slightly, the collar of her shirt slipped to the side, revealing a faint but unmistakable mark just above her collarbone, a kiss, or perhaps more than that. Cleo blinked, then leaned in slightly, her curiosity piqued.
“Wow… I can’t believe what I’m seeing,” Cleo said, her voice a mixture of surprise and teasing amusement as she walked toward her friend.
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