Page 107 of Theirs to Hunt

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Sunlight cut across the desk in clean lines.

Everything in order.

Everything under control.

Except her.

She left this morning in my robe, damp hair trailing down her back, skin marked with bruises I hadn’t planned but couldn’t regret.

I watched her walk into the kitchen, where Brooks handed her coffee and pretended not to be completely in love with her.

And I let her go.

But only physically.

I opened a new tab and typed without hesitation.

Best period tracking apps.

It wasn’t about ownership.

It was about awareness.

Timing.

Preparation.

I wouldn’t risk her.

Not just physically.

All of her.

I picked the cleanest app I could find.

No pink fonts or fake cutesy trash.

I wanted clean data visualization and subtle AI.

Created a private account.

Sent her a message without preamble.

What day are you on

Is this code for something

No. I want to track your cycle

…Why do I feel this is less about flowers and cravings and more about anal

I smirked.

Because you’re not wrong.

If you want flowers and cravings handled, we can share it with Brooks

I sent her the link.

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