Chapter Fourty Four
.I was so absorbed in the moment that I didn’t hear the soft knock at the door at first. It came again, louder this time, and I froze, my hands still in my hair. “Mauve?” Brett’s voice was muffled through the door, but there was no mistaking the concern in his tone. “You okay in there?” I hesitated, my heart skipping a beat. “Y-Yeah,” I called back, my voice sounding small even to my own ears. “I’m fine. Just... taking a bath.” There was a pause, and I could practically hear him shifting on the other side of the door. “You sure?” he asked. “You’ve been in there a while. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t fall asleep or anything.” I bit my lip, torn between the desire to let him in and the need to stay hidden. “I’m okay,” I said finally, my voice firmer this time. “But... thanks for ch
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