The door clicked shut behind Raghav with a finality that hollowed me out. I stood in his empty room for a long moment, nighgown still unbuttoned, breasts exposed and aching for the touch he had denied.
My nipples throbbed against the cool air, my pussy still slick and empty. I pulled the fabric closed with shaking fingers, wiped my face, and forced myself downstairs.
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