He considered exposing the person who had slept with him and run off, wanting to see her fall so hard she could never get back up.
In the end, however, he didn’t go through with it. He simply swiped the phone screen closed, lowered his eyes, and buried himself under the covers.
As the hem of his pajama top rode up, beyond a glimpse of his firm, powerful waist, one could see the purple, lingering fingerprints—evidence of a grip that had been excessively forceful.
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