enceladus_august
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“I am about to wildly, wildly overstep. You should stop me.”
The glint in his eyes had sharpened. Too sharp, too close, too real. Her stomach fluttered, or perhaps the flutter was somewhere further down. Somewhere she couldn’t admit. Somewhere too warm. Far too inviting.
She knew, of course she knew. Of course, it was too much to ask that this dance teeter closer, closer, ever so close without…
When does toeing the line become crossing it?
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26 Oct 2025