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The two make their way back to Jack apartment which has changed to fit with the two living together The two make their way back to Jack’s apartment, which has changed to fit with the two living together.

The door swung open to reveal a space that shouldn’t exist—soft lamplight glowed over plush throw pillows embroidered with intricate gold patterns, their shared jackets hanging side by side on a hook, as if they’d always been this way. Chris’s fingers, now adorned with delicate rings, trailed along the wall, her hips swaying with newfound confidence as she kicked off her heels by the door. Jack’s pulse hammered as he followed, his larger frame brushing against her, the scent of her perfume—something sweet and expensive—filling his lungs.

Chris’s manicured fingers hooked into the waistband of Jack’s jeans, pulling him flush against her as the door clicked shut behind them. Her lips crashed into his, gloss smearing hot and sticky as she backed him toward the couch—newly upholstered in velvet that matched the gold of her bangles. Jack’s hands slid down the smooth planes of her armored corset, finding the hidden clasps that gave way with a sigh of leather. The remote tumbled from his grip, forgotten on the rug as Chris’s bare thighs straddled his hips, the heat of her already damp against the strained denim. She arched into his touch with a throaty laugh, teeth scraping his collarbone.