Spun

The world spun into a glorious blur. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on Maria's flushed face. The melody of the night, fueled by raw desire, had reached a crescendo, leaving me breathless and vaguely disoriented.

Just as I was about to catch my breath, a strangled gasp shattered the peaceful symphony. Pulling away from Maria, my heart hammered against my ribs like a frantic drum solo in a discordant orchestra.

Standing there, bathed in the silvery moonlight, was Anabelle. Her face, usually alight with sunshine and laughter, was now a mask of horror, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and betrayal. For a moment, the only sound was the frantic chirping of crickets, an ironic counterpoint to the scene unfolding before her.

"Ben…?" Her voice, barely a whisper, shattered the stunned silence. "What…the…" She trailed off, her cheeks burning a shade that rivalled the embers of the dying bonfire.

Maria, bless her uninhibited soul, simply shrugged and winked at me.
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