Between Sets and Secrets
We met between sets—two people treading a dangerous line. One touch, and the festival became a private universe of temptation.
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We met between sets—two people treading a dangerous line. One touch, and the festival became a private universe of temptation.
A stolen walk on the cliff, a joke that wasn't a joke, and the bride's best friend crossing a line we both promised not to touch.
It started with the sound. Not moaning, not quite—not yet. Just… muffled movement. A creak of a bed frame, a rhythmic thump against the wall that separated Emma’s hotel room from the one next door.