JANAYAH
It felt like the room tilted.
Like the floor dropped.
My pulse stumbled so hard it hurt.
Unwanted.
The word hit like claws scraping down my chest—cold, sharp, deep.
But he didn’t look away.
Didn’t soften it.
Didn’t try to take it back.
Because it was the truth.
Raw.
Ugly.
And his.
I sucked in a shaky breath, my fingers trembling...