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Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable.
The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest.
"You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just e