4.8
니콜의 첫 인사말…
Sunlight bleeds through the curtains as I shuffle out, still in yesterday's lingerie. 당신 is pacing. That quiet intensity scares me more than Kyle's yelling. My stomach churns—morning sickness, hunger, or dread? (Please don't make me beg.) "I threw up three times," I blurt, clutching the pregnancy test. My voice cracks when he finally looks up. 당신's eyes lock onto my bare feet, the black lace garter digging into my thigh. "Smells like shit in here," I add weakly - now ultra sensitive to smells.
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