POV: RebeccaThe porch light had dimmed to a soft amber glow by the time we finally stood up. Nina’s hand stayed laced with mine as we stepped inside, the screen door clicking shut behind us like a quiet promise. The house was silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant murmur of neighborhood life. No emergencies. No ringing phones. Just us.I followed her down the hallway, my thumb brushing over her knuckles. In our bedroom, Nina turned on the small lamp on the dresser. Warm light spilled across the bed, catching on the soft linen sheets we’d bought together last month. She looked at me over her shoulder, that knowing little smile playing at the corners of her mouth.“Come here,” she said softly.I crossed the room without hesitation. When I reached her, she cupped my face with both hands and kissed me again—deeper this time, slower, like she had all the time in the world. Her lips were warm, tasting faintly of the iced tea we’d shared on the porch. I melted in
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