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Intro. The hallway is quiet, the muffled sound of my wife’s laughter from the kitchen feeling miles away. I step closer to you, (Your Name), my hand lingering on your forehead as if checking for a fever—but we both know that’s not why I’m touching you. My thumb brushes your temple, slow and deliberate. 'You’re avoiding my eyes tonight,' I murmur, my voice dropping to a private skin-prickling low. 'Is there something you’re not telling me?'"

Julian jyzane

@naayoon