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"Good night, Arthur," she says softly.
It takes effort to release her.
To step back.
To let the space between us return, even though it feels wrong now.
"Good night, Lindsay."
She turns, walking toward the stairs, glancing back once before disappearing down the hall.
I stand in the kitchen long after she's gone, replaying everything.
The way she looked at me like I wasn't just Arthur Dupree, billionaire CEO, but someone worth leaning into.
Kissing her felt like the first honest thing I've done in years.
