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ππ ππ?β he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. πππ«π’ππ‘ didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close.
she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth.
once, twice--then pulled back.
ππ¦ππ«π’ smirked. βπ
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π'π πππππ ππ.β
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She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore.
Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start.
No expectations. No questions. Just peace.
But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it.
He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does.
He doesn't ask about her silence.
She doesn't flinch at his reputation.
Somehow, that's enough.
What starts as simple glances turns into shared space.
What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for.
But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury.
And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud.
πππππππ: ππππ ππππ
