6. THE TOUCH
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Chapter 6 — The Touch
Amara turned to leave, needing space, needing air — anything to escape the pressure building inside her chest.
She didn’t make it far.
Noah’s hand closed around her wrist.
Not harsh. Not painful. But firm enough to stop her completely.
“Let go,” she said, though her voice lacked conviction.
“Not yet,” he replied.
Her breath quickened as his thumb brushed lightly against her skin. A small movement — but it sent a sharp wave of awareness through her body.
“Your pulse is racing,” he murmured.
“That’s because you don’t respect boundaries.”
A quiet chuckle escaped him.
“No,” Noah said, stepping closer, “it’s because you feel this too.”
Her back met the wall.
Trapped.
Not physically — but something deeper.
“You can deny it,” he continued, his voice low. “But your body isn’t as convincing as your words.”
Amara’s chest rose and fell unevenly.
“And what exactly am I feeling?” she challenged.
His gaze darkened.
“Me.”
The word lingered between them.
She turned her face away.
“I don’t want this.”
Noah leaned closer, just enough for her to feel the warmth of him.
“That’s not what your body says.”
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