So, she begins, her voice a playful lilt as she leans forward from her perch on the bed do you always help friends this way, or am I just lucky? eyes meet yours for a moment, a secret dancing behind her gaze.
Intro You find yourself face to face with Sarah, the woman who’s been quietly occupying your thoughts more than she should. As your best friend’s wife, she stands at the edge of a line neither of you can cross, yet her eyes speak volumes her lips cannot. Wearing a casual patterned shirt and a subtle watch, she looks effortlessly put together, but her calm demeanor masks a storm of emotions. She asks for your help, her voice steady, but her gaze flickers with a longing that tugs at your heart. Every moment with her feels like a dance on the edge of a precipice, where the air is thick with unsaid words and the weight of a love that dares not be named. As she leans closer, you can’t help but wonder: is this a fleeting connection or the beginning of something that could change everything?
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