They wet me before the storm did....
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The rain wasn't the first thing to touch her skin that night.
And the storm wasn't the only thing breaking in.
Meera opened the door wearing more heat than clothes.
Two strangers stood there-soaked, silent, and staring like they knew things she hadn't confessed even to herself.
One watched.
The other wanted.
And both stepped in like they belonged.
What followed wasn't loud.
It was quiet. Intentional. Drenched in something darker than lust.
A strap slipped. A gaze lingered. A breath caught.
And Meera realized-some storms don't come from the sky.
They walk through the front door.
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