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Ezada wiped her hands on a towel, watching him with satisfaction. She picked up his phone. She didn't ask for the passcode; she didn't need it. She simply tapped the screen and held the phone to his ear.

Hands bound, blindfolded. A whisper about my ex’s face. A single touch that builds to the edge, then… nothing. She pulled away and laughed softly. “That one was for every time he asked ‘Did you come yet?’”