elutopia
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- Parts 58
Jade knew that the moment Maya stepped back into the room, soft and sleepy-looking in borrowed cotton, Jade would be gone. Just dust.
She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes. "Get a grip," she whispered harshly. "You're not thirteen and writing fanfiction. She's your friend. She trusts you. Don't be a fucking creep."
Still, the part of her she hated most whispered:
But what if she wanted you to look?
And fuck.
What if she did?