Chapter Twenty-Four : The Way You Look at Me
The night settled softly around them, wrapping the world in a quiet hush that felt almost sacred. A faint breeze moved through the curtains, carrying the sweetness of jasmine from outside. But none of that compared to the warmth between them—the kind that made the rest of the world feel distant and unimportant. She stood by the window, arms folded lightly, lost in her thoughts. The moonlight painted her skin in silver, and for a moment, he simply watched her, memorizing every soft line of her silhouette. There was something fragile about her in that moment, something tender that made his chest tighten. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, as though afraid he might break the spell if he moved too fast. “You’re quiet tonight,” he whispered. She didn’t turn immediately. “I’m thinking,”
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