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2024-12-07 07:07:25{EDMONDO'S POV}
**The knock on the door is like salvation… for her, from me, and maybe even from myself. From my fingers. From the storm brewing inside me. Or was it?Perhaps, just perhaps, it was an escape for both of us.I wasn’t ready to tell her everything she needed to know. Not yet. The act of unraveling her in more ways than one had become my excuse. If there was no distraction, if she were just sitting there, raw and exposed, with only the weight of my words… she’d break.And, truthfully, I might too.The knock saved me from seeing her crumble.. and saved me from my own damn urges. I was getting hard from the way she responded, the way her body betrayed her anger, her questions, her doubts.I let go of her like she burned me.The shirt I’d discarded earlier was back in my hand, pulled over my torso with a speed born from years of training. My back turned to her, I faced the door as it swung openRelated chapters
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