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Outside—
Boots stop just beyond the door.
Silence.
Then—
A voice.
“Check inside.”
Yeah.
That’s not ideal.
Mila’s fingers curl into my shirt.
Instinct.
Or something else.
I don’t move.
I can’t.
If I move, we’re seen.
If we’re seen—
This ends fast.
Her body presses into mine.
Warm now.
Not from the air.
From this.
From us.
My jaw tightens.
Focus.
The door creaks.
Light spills in.
Footsteps enter.
Close.
Too close.
I lower my head slightly—
Closer to her ear.
