Over the next few days, Amir kept sending me intimate photos of herself and Mike.
She also sent these messages:
Amir: Lina, you lost.
Amir: Mike is mine now.
I raised an eyebrow. Thompson blinked, silently asking me what was wrong.
I smiled. "Babe, you're about to get a stepmother."
Mr. Thompson looked utterly confused.
Something stirred in my chest, and I leaned in to kiss him.
He was forced to tilt his head back, his amber eyes fluttering half-closed with a watery sheen, his breathing turning shallow and erratic as the kiss deepened.
Until a knock sounded on the door.
He snapped back to his senses. He wanted to push me away but didn't know where to put his hands, finally flushing red and flailing slightly before letting his arms drop, clutching the hem of his shirt tightly.
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