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Not demanding.
Different.
She shifts slightly on the bed, pulling the blanket around her, grounding herself.
“Stay,” she says.
There it is.
Not a question.
Not uncertainty.
Just… wanting.
“I’m right here,” I reply.
I don’t move far.
Just enough to sit in the chair beside the bed.
Close.
Within reach.
But not touching.
Not unless she asks.
Her eyes stay on me for a second longer.
Then—
Slowly—
She relaxes.
Not completely.
Not all at once.
But enough.
Her breathing evens out.
Her shoulders loosen.
The tension starts to slip away.
And I stay exactly where I said I would.
Watching.
Guarding.
Not just the room.
Her.
