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And when he stepped back—
Just enough to change the balance—
It wasn’t an opening for Fatima.
It was space.
For Meli.
The patience. The restraint. The way he didn’t rush to fill silence, didn’t chase her attention—he held
He took his time in a way that made everything else feel rushed. Like the night was moving too fast around us and he was determined to slow
She stepped into CJ’s space with purpose, hands confident, attention focused like she’d already decided how this would unfold. The contact wasn’t tentative—it was claiming, deliberate, as if this moment had been rehearsed..
Dinner was an intricate dance. MJ’s nerves clashed with Chels’ effortless confidence, but somehow they found a
Her gasp sent a thrill through him, and when their bodies joined, it was like the world outside..
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