Neither of them moved away.
Cold night air drifted across the rooftop while the city blurred beneath them in scattered gold and silver light.
Emma could still feel Rowan’s forehead resting lightly against hers.
Every breath suddenly felt noticeable.
His hand remained around her wrist, thumb brushing once against her skin in a way that made coherent thought increasingly difficult.
“You overthink everything,” he murmured softly.
Emma closed her eyes briefly.
“You make that very difficult.”
A quiet breath of laughter escaped him.
Warm against her skin.
And then—
thunder cracked sharply across the skyline.
The sound startled Emma enough that she pulled back slightly just as cold rain splattered suddenly against the terrace glass.
One second later—
the sky opened completely.
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