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⊰ 25.5 ⊱ Her Name on My Lips
⊰ Cade ⊱
The drive home is a blur, my mind consumed with thoughts of Elysian. The way she looked tonight, the way her dress hugged her curves, the way her lips wrapped around that spoon… It’s all I can think about.
I pull up to the gate of my community, waiting impatiently for it to open. The guard nods at me as I drive through, the familiar sight of my less-than-humble abode hardly easing the tension coiled tight in my muscles.
I need a drink.
I’m barely inside when my phone chimes, notifying me of a visitor at the gate. I frown, glancing at the screen.
It’s Julia, the hostess from the restaurant.
What could she possibly want at this hour?
I hesitate for a moment before buzzing her in, my curiosity getting the better of me. I pour myself a drink while I wait, the amber liquid sloshing against the sides of the glass as I bring it to my lips. The alcohol burns as it goes down, but it does little to qu
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