Nevara
After Michelle finally left, it took me a second to find my center again.
It wasn’t like she interrupted anything… but also, she kind of had. That moment in the closet—quiet and warm and closer than I ever meant for it to get—still buzzed in my skin like an echo I couldn’t shake.
And the way Thoren looked at me when she walked in?
Like he didn’t want to let go.
It was nothing.
And it was everything.
He cleared his throat and stepped back, giving me space like he always did. Respectful. Controlled. But the air between us hadn’t cleared, not really. It still shimmered with the weight of almost.
“So…” he said, that low, rumbling voice of his curling around the room like smoke. “Do you want to do anything else this evening? Take a walk? Grab a snack? Maybe play a board game?”
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