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    She had crossed an invisible line, burning bridges behind her. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to regret it—not when her father’s freedom hung in the bnce.


    Time stretched like honey as she watched him, until finally, his darkshes trembled against his cheeks.


    “Morning, Rnd,” she purred, painting on a yful smile like armor.


    Rnd pushed himself upright, scrubbing sleep from his face while reality settled in his eyes like heavy fog.


    The night had been electric, magical even. But morning brought with it a tangle of emotions neither had prepared for.


    For one heartbeat, regret threatened to overwhelm him. If only he’d found the strength to resistst night, they wouldn’t be drowning in this emotional undertow.


    Amanda read his silence like a book written in her native tongue, every unspoken word crystal clear.


    The whisper of fabric drew his attention as Amanda gathered her scattered clothes.


    “What are you doing?” he asked.


    “Last night was pure impulse. You don’t need to shoulder any burden. I’m leaving,” she replied.


    His churning thoughts came to a halt. “I never said I wouldn’t take responsibility.”


    A bitterugh escaped her. “And how exactly do you n to do that? What are we now?”


    Silence stretched between them like a chasm while Amanda fastened her bra with steady hands. “Rx, I won’t bug you.”


    As she collected thest of her belongings and turned to leave, panic seized him. “Wait, Amanda!”


    He could have easily put on his pants and buried the night in denial. Clean break, no strings, noplications.


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    But watching her walk away felt like watching his soul depart.


    She had lost everything.


    Her fall from grace had been spectacr—from charging $2,000 an hour as a top psychologist to scraping by on minimum wage. From privileged heiress to homeless survivor, sleeping rough under an overpass.


    Yet, she had never wronged him. Instead, she remained a beacon of optimism and determination, caring for him even when she had nothing left to give.


    Internal struggle yed across Rnd’s features before resolution crystallized.


    “Why don’t you be my girlfriend?” he asked.


    Amanda froze mid-step, disbelief painting her features.


    Rnd’s courage wavered, his gaze skittering away. “Never mind if you’re not interested.”


    Amanda jabbed a finger at her chest. “You can’t be serious. I’ve got years on you—enough to be your aunt.”


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