The Confession
Marcus walks back into the living room, towel around his shoulders, damp curls sticking to his forehead. He looks relaxed at first, then freezes when he sees me still holding my phone.
His expression shifts instantly, like he knows.
“You good?” he asks, voice tight.
I swallow hard, tryi…
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