Page 82 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
Something slow and sick settles in my stomach, not sharp enough to burn out, just heavy enough to stay.
I drag my hand down over my face and force myself to keep looking, to not turn away from it even though every part of me wants to.
He touched her.
That thought lands differently now.
Not just possession. Not just that he has her.
That he put his hands on something that was mine and tried to erase it.
I hit play again.
The video continues, the camera shifting away from her collarbone, moving across her body again, the same slow, deliberate pacing, the same controlled movement that doesn’t feel random.
A small, persistent feeling that something about this isn’t new.
I frown slightly, leaning forward, my elbows coming to rest on the table as I watch the next few seconds more carefully, not focusing on her this time, but on the way the camera moves.
The angle.
The tilt.
The way it settles before continuing.
It feels...familiar.
I rewind it.
Watch it again.
Slower.
The same movement. The same slight shift before it steadies.
I sit there staring at the screen, trying to place it, trying to figure out where I’ve seen it before, because I know I have.
I just can’t...
The camera drags across her body again.
Across her shoulder.
Down.
And something clicks.
My hand stills on the table as I pause the video again, the feeling settling into something heavier, something more certain, even before I can fully name it.
I’ve seen this before.
Not just similar.
The same.
My chest tightens as I reach for my phone, already pulling up something I haven’t looked at since I looked into Lia’s past, something I didn’t keep, didn’t save, but still remember well enough to find again.
The sex tape her ex uploaded.
