That’s one thing she can’t fake. Her naked desire. Our sexual compatibility. It’s the one raw, unguarded truth between us, a beacon amidst the deceit and betrayal. But as those tight muscles grip my fingers, a pang of sadness grips my heart. I want Amethyst. Desperately. But I can’t trust her, not anymore. The woman I thought I knew, the woman who owned my heart, turned out to be a mirage. And yet, in moments like this, she’s utter perfection, as if the universe made her for me. My mind drifts back to those sweet mornings, the whispered promises, the dreams we wove of a possible future. I
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