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The living room felt smaller tonight, charged with unspoken tension. Imani sat between Malik and Zariah, the warmth of both pressing against her, teasing and grounding all at once. But tonight, Malik’s calm confidence carried a sharper edge—something she hadn’t seen before.
“Imani,” Malik began, voice low, steady, but tight with emotion, “I can’t lie… seeing you with her like this… it… it messes with me.”
Imani’s pulse quickened. She shifted slightly, brushing her fingers over his, giving a reassuring squeeze. “I get it,” she murmured softly. “I know it’s new, and I know it’s a lot to process.”
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