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What force has brought him back into my life? Satan?
Looking for something specific, or is this just run-of-the-mill stalking?
“You sound like an unhinged Nike ad.”
“Was my face fresh in your memory, Shep? Been staring at my LinkedIn profile picture every night?” “Please don’t project your fantasies onto me.”
You were never my nemesis. You were my . . .” I hate how I hold my breath. “My motivation.”
“I tell my accountant he looks nice all the time, too.”
That’s something I haven’t felt in so long—hope that things will shift into the shape I confidently sketched out when I was young.
Instead, I hear my own voice, assuring me that, though these photos aren’t the best I’ve ever taken, at least I took them. Maybe it doesn’t have to be my best to still be enough.
“I wouldn’t stop you if you kissed me right now.” I say it quietly in case he changes his mind, but his eyes darken, pupils dilating. He doesn’t move, though his mouth parts like he can already taste it. “Now you.” His breath dances over my lips. “If I kissed you right now, I wouldn’t stop.”
“Paul really likes the TikTok?” “He’s been calling it a Tic Tac, but yeah, he’s into it.”
“I have a secret,” Theo murmurs, his midnight eyes fixed on me, full of starlight. “Tell me.” “Don’t let it go to your head, okay?” “Well, with that disclaimer . . .” His grin is small, but it fades as quickly as it came. “You look so fucking beautiful right now.”
