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Tension Between Us
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Ongoing, First published Oct 28, 2019
Mature
"Do me a favor Chris," he said in a serious manner. "Take her out to dance for me...it's been so long since she did."

His question caught me off guard and I didn't know what to say.

Lucas had been my best friend since college, but I had never made him aware of what I felt for Svenja, his wife of ten years; the memories, the moments, the history we shared. 

Although that was long ago, something changed after the accident. I'm not one to promptly draw conclusions but one thing was certain...there was a growing tension between us.
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