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Rumi shrugs. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m not interested.”
“Bummer,” Zoey teases. “I was about to ask you to join us again, but, oh well. If you’re not interested, it can’t be—”
“I think I’d like that.” The words slip out before Rumi realises she’s said them.
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Rumi is, at last, ready to accept the invitation to join Mira and Zoey, now that there are no more secrets. A kiss, a touch, a taste… and then so much more. What begins as a careful exploration turns into lingering gazes, soft touches, whispered breaths, and a heat that refuses to be contained. Every caress teeters between curiosity and craving, but as their touches grow bolder, memories of being exposed on stage flare, causing panic that makes it hard to fully surrender. Trust becomes a trembling act, but with Mira's and Zoey’s patience, she learns to let herself be wanted, to let desire and vulnerability coexist, and to discover that intimacy can be safe and healing. The line between friendship and something more begins to blur, leaving nothing quite the same again.
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Rumi finally says yes to Zoey’s nth offer to join them in bed. Realising Rumi’s inexperience, they start slow, exploring in shared safety. Gay panic and actual panic ensue. -
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The client hadn’t really requested anything at all; their emails had been almost overly polite, if not jarringly formal, and had selected only the most vanilla options on the questionnaire she provided. Certainly a far cry from the standard practices of her usual clientele, but this one had paid upfront and picked this expensive hotel, and Mira’s fees are dear enough on their own that she had been coloured intrigued.
Mira takes a left down the hallway after leaving the elevator and finds herself at the door to the room. She doesn’t steel herself—doesn’t need to. She can handle anything. Has handled most things. Mira swipes the keycard and lets herself in.
The person sitting on the bed is probably the last thing she expects.
In which Mira is a professional, Rumi is socially inept, and Zoey is also there. Let's hope nobody catches feelings.
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Zoey's eyes widen a fraction while she waits for an answer, hair tumbling out of place as she tilts her head sideways and Mira becomes acutely aware that she's mesmerized by a woman she's known for less than an hour.
Her lips curve upwards and Mira wonders how a smile can look so at home on someone's face.
She's fucked. Utterly and completely fucked.
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Dancer and professional lovergirl Mira meets Zoey, owner of Ink & Honey during a typhoon. She walks away that evening wondering if Zoey really is sunshine personified or if she's simply lonely and latching on to any warmth and kindness sent her way.
When she meets Zoey's long-term queer platonic partner and horror video game icon Ryu Rumi and their daughter Hana, she thinks she's in over her head - if she can't keep a family of her own, what right does she have to destroy someone else's?
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Mira Katadoski arrives at the Huntrix Inc. gala already irritated - forced to hand over the keys to her beloved 1961 Jaguar and thrown into a room full of polished smiles and silent agendas.
Then she sees Rumi Kang -bored, breathtaking, and clearly over it. Their eyes meet and a short exchange later, Mira’s impulsive offer to ditch the party becomes something more than a joke. It’s a lifeline.
Rumi should say no. She’s watched, expected, owned. But Mira’s concern is real, her grin reckless, and her car fast enough to outrun everything Rumi’s been trying to escape.
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“Hey, babe. Been looking everywhere for you.”
The voice was low, honeyed, warm in all the right places. It fell over Rumi in a way the man’s voice hadn’t, settling into her bones and gnawing faintly, already leaving impressions on her marrow.
And yet another touch, this one lighter, a palm splayed across the small of her back, a second body pressing into hers from behind.
“Yeah, we thought we lost you for a sec there.” This voice, a little higher, but no less deadly.
Not one, but two strangers.
“Can’t you see you’re interrupting something?” the guy snapped at them.
“Can’t you see,” the first voice mocked, “she’s not yours?”
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Two women step in when a guy gets pushy with Rumi at a bar. What happens after is meant to be a one-night stand, nothing more.
But rarely do things turn out exactly the way they're meant to.
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