Daniel Returns
306 Words
Amara didn’t see him coming.
The knock was soft but deliberate, a rhythm that demanded attention. Her pulse jumped. She wasn’t expecting anyone, especially not Daniel.
When she opened the door, he was there, framed in the hallway light. Tired.
Wounded. But still that same calm confidence she’d once leaned on—trusted.
“Amara,” he said, voice low. Rough. Not a question, just her name.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered.
“I know.” He stepped inside anyway. “But neither should they be after you.”
Her stomach churned. Danger was alive in his presence. Every movement, every glance held weight. She had thought she had closed that chapter of her heart, that the fire between them had cooled, but now… now it threatened to flare again.
“Why now?” she asked. “Why come back?”
He stopped a step away, close enough that the heat from his body brushed hers.
“Because when you’re in danger, I can’t stay away. Not from you. Not from what’s real between us, even if it’s dangerous.”
Amara’s breath caught. That word—dangerous—pulled memories she hadn’t allowed herself to remember.
“You can’t just appear and…,” she hesitated, “and make everything complicated again.”
He smiled faintly, almost rueful. “You make it complicated by being extraordinary. By being everything I can’t forget.”
Her heart thundered. The apartment felt smaller, the air hotter. Her pulse and his aligned in a rhythm she had tried to deny.
“Stay away, Daniel,” she breathed, stepping back.
“I can’t,” he said, voice cracking just slightly. “Not now. Not ever.”
And with that, the danger wasn’t only outside the walls anymore. It was inside—between them—and it burned like wildfire.
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