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60. A Night for Us
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2025-04-13 22:00:32Amelia arrived at Adrian’s penthouse, her heart pounding, nerves tingling in the pit of her stomach. She had never done anything like this before, not with him, anyway.
The penthouse felt impossibly grand as she walked through the doors, the city skyline stretching out behind glass windows. She had spent the day preparing for this, no games, no masks, just a raw, open attempt to show him something she had never said aloud before.
Dinner was waiting on the long glass dining table, the faint flicker of candlelight casting shadows on the sleek, modern furnishings. She had done everything - the candles, the wine, the food, all meticulously arranged. Everything was perfect, save for the knot in her stomach. She wasn’t sure what she was trying to prove or whether she even believed this would work. But she had to try. She couldn
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