They lowered together, foreheads nearly touching, sweat beading like confession. For three seconds, the music went silent in September’s ears. All she heard was Demi’s whisper:
We won’t let this place swallow us whole. -Swallowed- Demi Sutra and September Reign -27....
September nodded. Twenty-seven wasn’t the end. It was the first breath after holding it too long. They lowered together
“After this—coffee. Real names.”
“You’re on in ten,” Demi said, not looking at her. She was already stripping off a mesh top, revealing a ribcage that moved like a concertina when she breathed. foreheads nearly touching
