They lay tangled in the wreckage of silk sheets, her thigh hooked over his hip, his arm trapped beneath her. The AC hummed, cooling sweat-slicked skin. Kook traced idle circles on her lower back—*too soft*, he thought, biting his tongue. The silence stretched, thick with unsaid things.
"You got a husband?" The question slipped out. He tensed immediately, fingers freezing on her spine.




















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