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“I like it a little rough,” I say finally.

His expression twists—not in disgust, but in disbelief. “You’re into like… bondage?”

“No.” I laugh. “I mean, I like being lightly choked. Maybe a little biting. My nipples are—whatever. Why are we even talking about this?”

He laughs too. “Yeah, I don’t know.”

As if summoned by fate, our food arrives.

Hunger wins. We both dive in.

“For what it’s worth,” I say between bites, “knowing what you like? Exploring someone’s body. It’s powerful. And it’s really fucking fun figuring it out.”

Nathaniel watches me for a beat. Then nods, slowly. Thoughtfully, before taking another bite of his burger.

Well, I guess that was that. I only hope that won't be the last time we visit that conversation.

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"So, what’s the plan?" Caleb claps his hands together as we step out of the pub and onto the sunlit street.

I insisted on paying for lunch. He’s been throwing money around since we teamed up, and while I appreciate the generosity, I don’t want him thinking I can’t handle myself. Even though... I haven’t exactly shown otherwise.

"Let’s check the performance areas. If she stopped for lunch like we did, she’ll probably hit a few more shows before heading inside."

"Good thinking. I think I heard people marching that way." He nods left, and I fall in step beside him.

But my mind drifts back to the conversation we had over burgers and beer.

I glance at Caleb moving ahead through the crowd. He’s so confident, easy, the kind of guy who’s always known who he is. I picture him in bed with someone. The way he might press their wrists down, control the pace—slow, hard, deliberate.

Fuck. What iswrongwith me?

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We reach a field by a park where a crowd’s gathered around a small stage. A drag comedy show’s underway. Laughter echoes through the open air.

I pull out my phone and check Sarah’s stories. She just posted.

"Look," I tilt my phone so Caleb can see. He leans in.

Sarah’s at someone’s house, posing in a mirror with two outfit options for tonight’s event. She added a poll.Yay or Nay?

So, she’s not here anymore.

"Okay, so this was a bust," Caleb mutters, sliding his sunglasses down and running a hand through his hair.

"At least we know she’s going out tonight," I offer, half-hearted.

"We don’t even know where."

"Maybe she’ll post later," I shrug.

Caleb side-eyes me. "You’re being weirdly optimistic." He smirks.

I roll my eyes. "We’ll find her. We’re obviously hot on her trail. Any moment now."

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