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T he door closed behind me and I leaned against it to ground myself, to feel the hardwood beneath my bare feet. I concentrated on my breathing, on the inhale and the exhale, on the cold air passing through the train and over my damp skin.
I looked down at my hands buried in my clothes and raised one. A sense of unfamiliarity fell on me as I gazed at it. Remnants of the exhilarating high that had just occurred because of those hands still lingered in my body. Because of him.
I let out a quivering breath. What under the Sphere was that?