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Claire remembers everything—the taste of whiskey, the press of Elizabeth’s paint-stained fingers, the way her own careful walls crumbled in a single night. Elizabeth, who’s carried a torch for months, wakes up tangled in Claire’s sheets, terrified that the one wild, reckless thing she did has shattered the friendship she needs. Now they have to face Angela, the sister who holds them both together, without letting her see what’s simmering between them.
Elizabeth blinks awake in Claire's narrow dorm bed, the sheets tangled low on her hips, her mouth tasting of stale wine and something sweeter. Claire is already propped on one elbow, watching her with
Water runs down Claire's back as she turns to Elizabeth, her hand sliding from her hip to the small of her back, pulling her closer under the spray. 'We have to be careful,' Claire murmurs, but her th
The diner booth is too small, and Elizabeth's knee presses against Claire's thigh the moment Angela looks at the menu. Claire's hand is steady on her coffee cup, but her other hand finds Elizabeth's u
The bathroom door swings open and Angela walks back to the booth, her eyes dry and her jaw set, sliding into the seat across from Elizabeth and Claire. She folds her hands on the sticky vinyl and look