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It didn’t.
Because I could still feel him in the room without looking.
That was new.
And I didn’t like how quickly I was getting used to it.
“You’re still awake,” I said finally.
Not turning my head.
Just speaking into the space.
A pause.
Then his voice.
“Yeah.”
Simple.
No explanation.
That should’ve ended it.
It didn’t.
Mason
I was lying on my bed.
Arms behind my head.
Eyes open.
Not tired.
Not really.
Just aware.
That was the problem.
Rowan’s voice cut through the room like it had been waiting for a gap.
She didn’t turn when she spoke.
Neither did I.
“Jet lag?” she asked.
“No.”
“Pressure?”
“Always.”
That made her go quiet for a second.
