Chapter 10 – Crossing Lines
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It was late when Amara finally left the office. The night was heavy with rain, streets slick and gleaming under the streetlights. As she fumbled with her umbrella, a familiar voice called out.
“Need a ride?”
Lorenzo leaned against his car, holding out a spare umbrella.
She hesitated. “You didn’t have to wait for me.”
“I wanted to,” he said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Against her better judgment, she accepted. The drive was quiet at first, the soft hum of the rain against the windshield filling the silence.
Then Lorenzo spoke. “You don’t have to go through this alone, Amara.”
Her throat tightened. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You do.” His gaze flicked toward her. “Jerome’s pulling away. You feel it. I see it.”
Amara’s hands clenched on her lap. “It’s not what you think. He’s just… tired.”
“Maybe,” Lorenzo said gently. “But when you hurt, he’s not the one you turn to anymore. I am.”
The words landed like a blow. Because they were true.
They arrived at her building, but she didn’t move to get out right away. The car was warm, cocooned from the storm outside. Lorenzo’s presence filled the small space, steady and tempting.
He leaned closer, voice low. “Tell me you don’t feel this, and I’ll never bring it up again.”
Her breath caught, heart hammering. The air between them crackled, the distance a fragile thread. For a terrifying, dangerous second, she thought she might close it.
But then, Jerome’s face flashed in her mind—his tired smile, the years they had shared, the love that still bound her to him.
Amara tore her gaze away, fumbling for the door handle. “I can’t,” she whispered. “I won’t.”
She stepped out into the rain, umbrella trembling in her hand. Lorenzo didn’t follow, but his eyes lingered, burning with a promise.
This wasn’t over.
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