The penthouse felt… different again. It was this weird mix of comforting familiarity—like a slightly-too-expensive second home—and a subtle tension that was becoming this weirdly addictive part of their encounters. Like, a silent promise of something more dangerous, something more potent, lurking just beneath the surface.
Rosa moved through the space with this newfound ease, her body relaxed, her mind almost at peace—as much as it could be while trapped in this whole weird situation with this dangerously attractive man. She’d spent the last few days with Samson, sharing these moments of intimacy that were both tender and raw, of vulnerability that was both terrifying and exhilarating, and a genuine connection that made her heart ache and her soul sing. Which was just… not good, at all.
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