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~Belinda's POV
I lay back against the pillows, the sheets still tangled around my legs, my breathing slowly calming down. My heart was steady now, but a strange kind of satisfaction settled deep in my chest. I turned my head and looked at Richard, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on his pants with shaking hands. His back was tense, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
He wasn't saying anything yet, but I could feel the tension rolling off him like heat. The air between us was thick, suffocating almost, like a storm waiting to explode. He sat on the edge of the bed, back stiff, fingers twitching nervously against the sheets. His head was in his hands, shoulders hunched like the weight of what we just did was pressing down hard on him. I leaned back against the pillows, still catching my breath, my heartbeat beginning to settle, but his wasn't. His body language screamed panic.
His silence didn't last long.
