Raw Pleasures
She stood before one of her bolder works, her hands moving as she explained it to Zara.
“This one… she’s me,” Alina said, tapping the image of the bound, blindfolded woman. “Not literally, but—” she bit her lip, laughing shyly, “—it’s what I crave. What I can’t have. What’s… become an obsession.”
Zara cackled, throwing her head back. “Girl, you’re insane!”
They both doubled over, laughter spilling out, so unguarded it was almost intimate.
But Alejandro didn’t laugh. He leaned closer to the screen, his thumb brushing the edge as if he could touch her through the glass.
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