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The one she keeps circling.
I step closer.
Close enough now that there’s no distance left to hide behind.
“Because he’s not just watching you,” I say. “He’s studying us.”
Her breath catches.
Just slightly.
“You think there’s anus,” she says quietly.
I don’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
That changes everything.
The air between us tightens.
Warms.
Sharpens.
“You’re moving fast,” she murmurs.
“So are you.”
“I didn’t choose this.”
I tilt my head slightly.
“Yes, you did.”
Her eyes flash.
“When?”
“When you trusted me.”
That stops her.
Again.
Completely.
The silence stretches.
But it’s not empty.
It’s full of everything neither of us is saying.
Finally—
“You’re not wrong,” she admits softly.
A small victory.
