The weight of Emmett’s hand in hers was something Cassie hadn’t let herself think about before—not really. She’d always been patient, always waiting for the right moment. And now?
Now, he was the one making the move.
The air between them was thick with something neither of them wanted to name yet. Cassie could feel the heat of his skin against hers, the way his thumb brushed absentmindedly over the back of her hand, like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.
She didn’t move. Didn’t push.
She just let him take his time.
Emmett exhaled slowly, eyes flickering to where their hands were joined. “This is new.”
Cassie smirked, tilting her head. “Not really.”
He looked up at her, brows drawing together.
Cassie shrugged. “You just weren’t paying attention before.”
That got a quiet chuckle
