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ased, lips tightening as I studied myself. Was I... getting fat? N

in a full 360, eyes tracing every curve, every soft swell of my

stomach. Jessica really nailed it, though-without dieting, without going to the gym. She just had that natural

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of skipping meals, measuring portions, feeling the gnaw of hunger like a constant companion. But resisting her food? Impossible. She had skills

rom exhaustion, yet always smiling for me, forcing warmth into her voice. Even when she was drowning in assignments and projects, she picked up extra shifts just so I could study at

disappeared into the sea for months. This time, though, he was home. Six whole mont

again. Just staying here with her, in this quiet space, felt like catching up

he director of Elysian Faces. They were all about face models, not bodies, but still... I'd worked too har

his-right now-was my littl

edges, like a shadow I couldn't quite shake. The endless exams, the sleepless nights with my heart racing from stress, the th

e it out.

on a thin mattress, knees drawn to my chest, staring at unpaid bills scattered on the floor, praying for just one m

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my breath, cheeks flush

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eached for the handle, fingers curling around it, the

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faint smell of whiskey wafting in with him. His eyes

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into you and your wife's room," I stammered, voice cracking, hands fidgeting at my sides. "I totally los

dually, the faintest smile tugging at his lips

tle, palms warm through the thin fabric. His breath was warm, laced with whiskey, fanning over

harply, a rush of he

t him, neck craning, eyes wide. "This isn't Jessic

her briefly. Then he shook his head slightly, his thumbs still brushing ag

scalding my ear, voice raw and dripping with intent. Goosebu

lips on mine,

hreading into my hair, tilting my head back. He kissed my lips slowly, sucking my l

red, unsure,

. It was supposed to be with my husband, on my wed

fter curves, then pushed me toward the bed, guiding me w

e... I'm not

ve." He smiled-slow, predatory, eyes darkening as he loomed closer. "Jessica never

t hammering, palms sliding over the

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hand. His body hovered, heat radiating. "You've been starving yourself just to look like her, wearing her clothes,

breath teasing the sensitive

-jealousy, desire, resentment all surging hot. My

what...

s trailed over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, sliding

y..." I whispered slowly, voice

pples slowly, tongue circling, tasting the salt of his skin. I sniffed his body-the musky s

fabric, my lips pressing hot and needy, then seized it with my

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