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"Why don't you shower, freshen up, then meet me downstairs?" he suggests gently, his voice steady and encouraging. When I look up, I find him smiling at me, a small, quiet smile that makes something flutter in my chest. I can feel his gaze lingering on me, and for a moment, I wonder if he feels the same strange connection that's been growing between us.
"Okay..." I mumble, my voice softer than I intend. His smile widens slightly, and he stands, buttoning the last few buttons on his shirt with smooth, practised movements that make it hard to look away. I watch him, taking in the way he moves, the way he carries himself with a calm confidence that I've grown to appreciate, even admire.
He reaches the door and pauses, glancing back at me. For a brief moment, it feels like h
