On the surface, she appears calm - well-dressed and seemingly absorbed in her book while lounging on the garden swing. But when Timmy reappears, his sly grin threatening to undo her composure, the space between them narrows. She doesn’t resist, she allows the moments to unfold, every movement deliberate and unhurried. With each encounter, the atmosphere grows heavier, charged with a quiet intensity neither of them dares to name aloud
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