He leans back now, stretching slightly—, fingers tapping against the wooden frame of the piano.


Zade nods, as if he expected that answer, as if he’s already thought about it more than he’s
⸺ Something deeper tugs at the edges of her chest. She tilts her head.
He leans back now, stretching slightly—, fingers tapping against the wooden frame of the piano.
—Her lips part slightly, but he isn’t done.
There’s definitelly something dangerous in his words, something permanent, something she isn’t sure



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