Jenna didn’t move. “You’re a ghost.”
They moved as if the air had turned to honey. Sloane guided Jenna backward toward the massive sectional couch, but Jenna shook her head. “The bed,” she murmured against Sloane’s lips. “I want to remember this in soft focus.”
The Santa Monica loft was all glass and golden light. Jenna Ross stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a cup of coffee cooling in her hand, watching the fog burn off the Pacific. It was 7:03 AM. She wasn't supposed to be here. She was supposed to be on a plane to New York for a casting call that felt less like a dream and more like a sentence. X-Art - Double Daydreams - Jenna Ross -1080p-.mov
Jenna looked down at the woman in her arms. She thought about the plane she’d missed. She thought about the version of her life that was supposed to be sensible.
Sloane smiled against her skin. “Then press play.” Jenna didn’t move
“What happens at 5 PM?” Sloane asked, her voice drowsy.
Her breath hitched. It couldn't be. Sloane had moved to Berlin six months ago. They’d agreed on a clean break—no letters, no late-night texts, just the echo of a goodbye at LAX. “The bed,” she murmured against Sloane’s lips
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