The night had grown quiet again.
But this time, the silence between them wasn’t heavy.
It was warm.
Alive.
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Shelly stood near the window, her fingers lightly brushing the curtain as she looked outside. The city lights flickered in the distance, but her thoughts weren’t there.
They were behind her.
With him.
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She could feel Spencer’s presence even without turning.
Strong.
Steady.
Watching her.
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“You do that a lot,” he said softly.
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Shelly smiled faintly.
“Do what?”
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“Drift away,” he replied.
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She turned then, her eyes meeting his.
“I come back,” she said quietly.
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Spencer took a step closer.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “You do.”
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The space between them disappeared slowly.
Not rushed.
Not forced.
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Shelly’s breath slowed as he reached her.
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