ANNA'S POVThe water ran over my shoulders and I did not move. I stood under the shower long after the heat had faded into something closer to warm, then closer to cool, and still I stayed there, trying to understand what had just happened between Jonathan and me in that room.My body had responded to him in a way I was not prepared for, and my mind had spent the last hour trying to catch up. I turned the water off and stood dripping in the sudden silence, listening to my own heartbeat instead of the pipes, and told myself that whatever this confusion was, it would pass by morning.It did not pass by morning.When I came downstairs the next day, Jonathan was already at the breakfast table with his tablet propped against a vase, scrolling through something with a stillness that felt deliberate. He did not look up when I sat down, which was unusual enough that I noticed it immediately."Good morning," I said, reaching for the coffee."Did you have a nice time with Lucas yesterday aftern
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