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Run

He woke up sore in every muscle that mattered.

Neck. Thighs. Back. Jaw.

The kind of soreness that wasn’t pain—it was memory. Of her. Of what she let him do. What she begged him for. What she took from him like it belonged to her.

And it did.

He rolled onto his side, hand reaching out—

Empty sheets, ...