The word was deliberate. And playful.
His brows lifted slightly, something dark flickering behind his eyes.
I leaned in before he could respond, pressing a quick kiss just shy of his lips—not quite there, not quite enough. A promise withheld.
“I have to go to the clinic,” I said quietly.
He held my gaze for a long moment, then finally released me, hands dropping reluctantly to his sides.
“Go,” he said. “Before I change my mind.”
I smiled, warmth blooming in my chest despite the tension waiting beyond this room.
I turned away and crossed toward the closet.
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I walked into the clinic just as the sun was coming up.
It was quieter than later hours. A few nurses moved about with purpose. As soon as they noticed me, they greeted me. I returned their greetings automatically, my pace s
