Chapter 39 39 - Posy

Posy 

Friday, 18 September 

My chest was still tight from my unexpected confession. He reaches for his glass, takes a sip, and sets it down, then rests his hand on the table, palm up, as if inviting me to take it. I stare at it, unsure if I want to cross that line, but my hand is moving before I ca...

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