ALMOST PERFECT
They learned the map of each other’s bodies with a devotion that bordered on the sacred.
One rain-lashed evening, the storm outside mirroring the tempest within, they collided in the hallway, lips crashing together before the door even clicked shut. Clothes were shed in frantic silence—buttons popped, zippers snagged, fabric pooling at their feet like discarded skins. He backed her against the wall, his mouth hot on her throat, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. She gasped, arching into him, nails raking down his back, urging him closer, deeper. There was no patience, only need—a primal, shuddering hunger that stripped away pretense and left only truth. When he finally entere
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