Raw Pleasures
“It’s Monday, Amira. Monday. And you’re already dragging me into your fantasy Friday. Some things never change.”
She leaned closer, her eyes glittering with mischief. “Trust me, babe. This isn’t just a party. This is the party. Music, masks, mystery, bodies moving like sin in the dark. By the end of it, you won’t even remember Daniel’s name.”
I gave a weak laugh, shaking my head, but a small part of me stirred—curiosity, maybe even longing. Because God knew, I wanted to forget.
Still, I pushed back, trying to sound firm. “We’re supposed to be working. You know, earning money? Paying bills? Adulting?”
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