Mara
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I leaned against the kitchen counter, my chest rising and falling as I tried to calm my nerves. My hands were still trembling slightly, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t erase the feeling of his touch—his hands on my waist, the way he kissed me like I was still his f**k toy. Like he hadn’t hurt me.
My heart was racing, but I clenched my jaw and looked down at my shoes, grounding myself. I was stronger than this. I had to be.
Suddenly, Karen walked in, her eyes searching the kitchen until they landed on me. She rushed over and grabbed my shoulders gently.
“Girl, what happened out there?” she whispered, her brows furrowed in concern.
I tried to give her a reassuring smile, shaking my head. “I’m okay. Just… stressed. Long shift.”
Karen narrowed her eyes a little, not
