The air felt wrong.
Too still.
Too heavy.
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Mathew hadn’t moved.
He stood a few feet away from me, watching—like he was waiting for something to unfold.
Like he already knew how this night would end.
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“Perfect?” he repeated slowly, a faint smile playing on his lips. “That’s an interesting choice of word.”
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I kept my face steady.
“It’s been an… interesting night,” I replied.
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His eyes didn’t leave mine.
“Careful, Elena,” he said. “You’re starting to sound like someone with secrets.”
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My fingers tightened slightly around my phone, hidden just enough by my dress.
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“You’re imagining things,” I said.
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He let out a quiet breath—almost amused.
“I don’t imagine,” he said calmly. “I confirm.”
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That sent a chill down my spine.
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Before I could respon
