15-06-2025, 02:17 AM
She wouldn’t plan to do anything deliberate.
But she hoped... something would shift.
Not in an obvious way.
Not in words.
But in quiet pauses.
A longer glance.
A stillness in the middle of a conversation.
The closeness of being just two people, alone in a home, with no rush to leave.
She didn’t know if she’d reach out to him—or even what that meant.
But part of her wished to be seen.
Not as someone married and managed.
But as someone who still had that spark.
That curiosity.
That warmth that could make someone feel wanted, even in silence.
That wasn’t seduction. That was truth.
And in a way, that truth had become harder to ignore.
But she hoped... something would shift.
Not in an obvious way.
Not in words.
But in quiet pauses.
A longer glance.
A stillness in the middle of a conversation.
The closeness of being just two people, alone in a home, with no rush to leave.
She didn’t know if she’d reach out to him—or even what that meant.
But part of her wished to be seen.
Not as someone married and managed.
But as someone who still had that spark.
That curiosity.
That warmth that could make someone feel wanted, even in silence.
That wasn’t seduction. That was truth.
And in a way, that truth had become harder to ignore.
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