Pawn of Fate
I watched, heart racing, as he pulled out a small foil packet.
"Always prepared?" I teased, trying to mask my nerves with bravado.
He grinned, all roguish charm. "Boy scout motto."
I laughed, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles. It felt good to laugh, to let go of the tension, if only for a moment.
He stepped closer, cupping my face in his hands. "Last chance to back out," he murmured.
I looked into his eyes, searching for... something. Reassurance? Permission? I wasn't sure.
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