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Nora sat back down, this time leaving space beside her. “Consider it hazard pay. My husband travels for work. Nine months of the year. Leaves a woman… parched.” She tilted her head, watching him sip the water. “In more ways than one.”

The air between them crackled. A moth fluttered around a fairy light. Somewhere, a sprinkler whispered across a lawn. Leo’s pulse hammered so loud he was sure she could hear it. milf pizza boy

“The pizza’s getting cold,” he said, a stupid, breathless excuse. Nora sat back down, this time leaving space beside her

She didn’t reach for her wallet. Instead, she patted the edge of her lounge chair. “Sit. You look like you’re about to collapse. When’s the last time you drank water?” Nora sat back down