The sound of my sister's voice broke through the turbulence of my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. “Don’t stop,” she said, her eyebrows raised and a pretentious scoff plastered across her face, as if she were a judge at an art show.
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The peculiar thing was that the room wasn’t cold, not at all, but suddenly a gust of wind swept in, leaving me shivering. I glanced around, half expecting to see a window flinging itself open.
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Elijah had just dropped a bombshell, one involving a sexual entanglement. I wanted to retreat to the nearest quiet dark room ideally one with a comfy chair, with a quilt to hide my face and think but alas, there was nowhere to run. My sister, in her dark hoodie that reaches her mid thigh and a mismatched socks, Liams sock in particular was like a lighthouse in a tempest, determined to keep me grounded, even if her method felt a tad… overkill.
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The air crackled with tension, a deep hum that surrounded us like an unwelcome fog. Elijah closed the gap between us, a subtle but unstoppable force. He was drawn to Liam as if they were two opposing poles, and fear coiled tightly within my chest. I swallowed hard, feeling Liam’s intense gaze on me.
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My heart pounded, a frantic drumming in my ears, signaling that something was about to happen. Why was he looking at me that way? It was as if we were in a standoff, the kind often seen in movies, where the hero hesitates, caught between choices that could alter everything. Yet here we were, not in a cinematic world, but in the stark reality of this room with its concrete walls echoing unspoken words.
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"You okay, Annabelle?" Liam’s voice broke through the silence, the words laced with concern that only turned the heat up. His hands were tucked firmly into his pockets, though I could see the tension ripple through him. I noticed the slight clenching of his fists, it was both protective and intimidating. He seemed ready to take on the untamed storm that was Elijah.
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Surprised by the gentleness in his tone, I froze. Why would he care? My throat went dry as I met his eyes, which held a storm of their own, shadows swirling within them. I should have spoken, but the words lodged in my throat like stones.
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Liam raised an eyebrow, a silent question lingering in the air between us. I felt the pressure to answer suffocate me like the thick humidity of summer. Instead of replying, I took a staggered step backward, unsure if I was slipping away from safety or moving closer to chaos.
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"Annabelle?" Liam pressed, a hint of urgency creeping into his tone.
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Elijah shifted slightly, his eyes narrowing, caught between annoyance and a primal instinct to protect his territory. I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves.
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“Why are you even here, Elijah?” Phoebe dared to ask, pretending to be on the same page as Liam.
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Finding a measure of strength in my voice. I fired back a response “Why do you always have to stir things up?”
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and then Add to home screen.