8 Works by aquaticghosts
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Rio Vidal accidentally takes another woman’s blind date and finds herself entangled with Agatha Harkness, a divorcée with too many walls and an alarming sense of humor. A slow unraveling through mistaken identity, wine-stained nights, and the kind of chemistry that terrifies sensible people.
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Agatha just wanted coffee. Instead, she keeps “coincidentally” running into the same annoyingly captivating woman at her new favorite café.
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A keynote on legacy, a woman in green, and fifty-nine minutes that should never have existed.
Death only came for one thing then Agatha Harkness started asking questions.
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Frogs, fractions, bath time, bedtime. For one night, it almost feels simple, until the quiet comes, and Agatha learns what Rio gave up to make Nicholas possible.
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Death denies her at every turn, but Agatha has never been good at obeying rules she didn’t write. Some things are inevitable- like breathing, like consequence, like kissing the woman who was always meant for you.
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Dinner is never about the food.
It’s about the rules they pretend to keep, the silences they dare each other to break, the way a touch under the table can undo more composure than any confession ever could.
Agatha swears she doesn’t beg. Rio swears she doesn’t complicate.
Between them: martinis, pasta gone cold, a counter that doesn’t exist, and the inevitability of hotel beds.- Language:
- English
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Their life is not dramatic- most days are breakfast toast, forgotten permission slips, grocery runs, homework on the rug, dinner too heavy on garlic. But in every small thing- hands brushing in the kitchen, texts that say more than they say, kisses stolen between chores- love threads through the ordinary.
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They aren’t in love, not officially, not out loud. It’s just brunch, and grocery lists, and a hand pressed under the table while everyone else laughs too loudly. Just the quiet rhythm of two people who orbit each other without ever naming what it is. Friendship, yes. Something else, maybe. They don’t touch, not then. They don’t need to.