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Close enough that I can see every shift in her expression.
Every breath.
Every—
Yeah.
This is a problem.
“We should wait,” I say.
“For what?” she asks.
“Until they’re further out.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
I know.
Of course I know.
Mila
He knows.
I know he knows.
And yet—
Neither of us moves.
“You said we stay together,” I say softly.
“I did.”
“This counts.”
His eyes darken.
Just slightly.
Enough.
“It does,” he agrees.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
My hand lifts—
Not planned.
Not calculated.
Just—
There.
