leaves squishing under my feet. The air was

haking. "What exactly are these 'supplements'

hing for any flicker of guilt,

he laughed, a light, airy sou

the... other things... are for a photoshoot. A friend of mine who' s also here is having a ba

bachelorette party? There was no one else here. The single

respond, the te

stepp

t the fabric of his tight-fitting athletic shirt. He had a perfectly sculpted jaw and eyes that seemed to sparkle

He wasn't just in shape; he was a walking, breathing monument to

h baritone. His eyes slid over to me, a flicke

her babe right

mile that I hadn' t seen directed at me in y

n Sophia' s hands, and a slow, kn

really tight. I' m going to

ght, and a dull ache started to spread from the center of my sternum. It was a familiar feeling, one my doctor had

word, her body angled toward him, a planet caught in a star' s gravitational pu

m, her voice soft and intimate.

gotten I wa

A ghost at thei

around my ribs, squeezing the air from my lungs. The world starte

he successful influencer and her handsome prot

cture. The awkward, struggl

clutching finally died, leaving b