BIANCANo two ways about it.My little stalker… was Max.Unless someone else in this city had the exact same “絆” tattoo I’d seen in that storage room.A smirk crept onto my lips before I could stop it. The memory hit like a warm hug and a cold kiss at the same time: the roughness of his hands, the way he’d fucked me like he owned me, the way I’d come harder than I should have. All while we were, more or less, not as close as we were before. Ha.He probably didn’t know I knew.And boy, was I planning on keeping it that way.Halfway down to the bus stop, my elation slowly drowned in guilt. Vanessa’s face flashed in my mind… elegant, composed, and completely unaware that I’d fucked her boyfriend twice in three days.“Were they even dating though?” I thought, trying to rationalize the heavy weight in my chest. They seemed close, sure. But Max and I had been close too, once. Closer than close. And we weren't dating then.Ugh. What was I even saying?My head was still scrambled from that
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