MIDNIGHT CONFESSIONS
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Chapter 17
The Winchester estate lay wrapped in silence, the grand halls empty after the night’s festivities. Moonlight spilled across the courtyard, guiding Nora as she slipped from her chamber. Every step was a gamble, but the folded note burned in her pocket like a promise she couldn’t ignore.
The stables waited at the far edge of the grounds. The scent of hay and horses greeted her as she pushed the heavy door open. Lantern light flickered inside, soft and golden, casting shadows across the stalls.
And there he was.
Frank stood near one of the horses, his coat draped over a rail, his posture tense. When his eyes found hers, relief flickered across his face before he masked it with his usual control.
“You came,” he said, voice low.
Her heart thudded painfully. “You asked me to.”
He stepped closer, the space between them shrinking with each heartbeat. “I wasn’t certain you would.”
“I shouldn’t have,” she whispered.
“You’re right.” His eyes darkened, but he didn’t stop. “You shouldn’t be here. And yet…”
The words trailed off, heavy with everything unspoken.
Silence stretched, broken only by the soft rustle of horses shifting in their stalls. Nora’s breath caught as Frank reached for her hand, his fingers brushing hers hesitantly, as if asking permission.
Heat shot through her at the touch. “Frank…”
“You don’t understand,” he said roughly. “When you walked into that ballroom tonight, when you defied them, I couldn’t look away. I see you, Nora. And it terrifies me.”
Her chest tightened. “Why? Because I’m not Roxet?”
His grip on her hand tightened. “Because you’re not her. Because you’re everything she isn’t. And because I” He stopped, jaw clenched. “If anyone knew what I feel, it would destroy us both.”
Nora’s throat ached with unshed tears. “Then why bring me here?”
“Because I couldn’t stand another moment pretending,” he confessed, voice breaking the armor of arrogance he always wore. “I tried to ignore it, to bury it. But every time you walk into a room, I forget myself.”
Her heart thundered. This was dangerous, foolish, a betrayal of everything her family demanded. And yet… it was also the first time someone had seen her, truly seen her.
Slowly, she lifted her free hand, letting her fingertips graze his jaw. His breath hitched, and for a heartbeat, the world narrowed to just the two of them.
“I don’t want to be a secret,” she whispered.
“You are more than that,” he said fiercely. “You deserve to be the one they celebrate, not the one they hide. But the path we are on…” He shook his head, anguish flickering in his eyes. “It could ruin you.”
“Or free me,” she countered softly.
His gaze locked with hers, and in that fragile moment, all restraint shattered. He pulled her closer, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling. The scent of hay, the warmth of his hand, the steady beat of his heart ,it was intoxicating.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured.
Her lips trembled. “I can’t.”
And then his mouth found hers.
The kiss was desperate, consuming, years of longing poured into a single reckless moment. Nora clung to him, her fingers curling into his shirt, her heart soaring and breaking all at once.
When they finally pulled apart, her cheeks were flushed, her lips trembling. Frank’s eyes burned with a mixture of hunger and regret.
“This is madness,” he said hoarsely.
“Then let us be mad together,” she whispered.
For a moment, it seemed possible, that they could exist in this fragile bubble of stolen time. But then a sound cut through the night.
The creak of a door. The faint crunch of footsteps on gravel.
Frank stiffened, his grip tightening around her.
Nora’s blood ran cold. Someone was outside.
“Hide,” Frank whispered, urgency in his tone.
Heart racing, Nora pressed into the shadows of the stall as the lantern light flickered.
The stable door opened wider and Roxet’s silhouette appeared in the frame.
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