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My pulse was doing the same frantic dance it did during the 2008 Lehman collapse, all high-stakes panic and impending ruin.
I’m fifty-one, and I’ve written enough sex scenes to populate a small town, but doing it on a mahogany floor is a different plot twist.
He tracked the line of her throat like a melody he’d been humming for a decade but finally found the words for.
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The way you leaned against the shelf was as deliberate as a lawyer in a Savannah courtroom, all sharp angles and unearned confidence.
He leaned against the philosophy section, looking less like a shopkeeper and more like a man waiting for a stunt coordinator to call action.
The cedar planks were humming with the heat, and she stood there with that digital timer clicking against her thigh like a second heartbeat.
The ice in Ben’s glass had melted into a single, jagged shard by the time Elias finally put his hand on my knee.
The rain was coming down in sheets of gray iron, blurring the world outside until there was nothing left but the two of them and the smell of old paper.
I watched the way his thumb traced the spine of that first edition, a slow, calloused drag that made my own skin prickle.