The night air was heavy with desire, the kind that had been brewing beneath the surface for too long. Outside, the stars glimmered faintly against the deep indigo sky, but the true heat was within, in the room where they now stood, mere inches apart, hearts pounding with an intensity that bordered on desperation.<br>James stood at the window, feeling the cool night breeze on his skin, but it did little to cool the fire that burned inside him. His thoughts were consumed with Emily—his stepmother. The woman who had step into his father's life with grace and warmth, but now, there was something different, something neither of them could deny any longer.<br><br>The air between them was thick, as if the tension had a life of its own. The subtle touches, the lingering gazes—they weren’t accidents. They had become rituals, quiet admissions of the desires neither had the courage to voice out loud.

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