Wet Confessions
His jaw tightened, not with judgment but with understanding.
That was the moment I realized the second rule wasn’t broken by accident.
He’d been aiming for it from the start.
The Third Rule Trembles
Rule three was the most sacred: No falling in love.
It was written in ink, underlined twice, like we could actually control it.
The night it started to crumble, the rain had been falling for hours, tracing frantic rivers down the windows of his penthouse. We were supposed to be going over the final revisions, but the power went out plunging us into a silence so thick I could hear my own heartbeat.
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