Two mad people

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"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.

" She's a woman of great beauty on the outside and this intrigued me to know what's on the inside." - Set against the backdrop of Jamaica, "TINT" by Ishanique M. is a romance novel that delves into the intricate dynamics of love, betrayal, and the courage to break free from toxicity. When Malachi Forbes, a successful CEO, becomes enchanted by his assistant Aniyah Jenkins' radiant smile, he unknowingly steps into her world of hidden pain and deceit. - WARNING⚠️: This book contains explicit language, graphic violence, and sexual content that may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised.

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'𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒾 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓎𝓊𝒽, 𝓂𝒾 𝓃𝓊𝒽 𝓌𝒶𝒽𝒽 𝓎𝓊𝒽 𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓋ℯ'

I heard him chuckle. "Oh. Yuh vex because mi nuh reply to yuh message?" My head snapped around so quick to look at this fool, seeing him standing there with a nonchalant look on his face. I had to mentally coach myself to swollow the 'suck yuh mada' that was on the tip of my tongue. "Fuck you."

Her life was anything but ordinary. Broken by those meant to protect her, she grew up knowing pain more intimately than love. Abuse and betrayal fractured her world, leaving scars no one could see. No one but him. His life seemed perfect on the outside, a façade of wealth and family bliss. But no one knew what happened behind closed doors. He had secrets too dark to share, and wounds too deep to heal alone.