Chapter 20: Where We Left Off
Troye’s POV I couldn’t stop stealing glances. There he was—Nicco. A little broader now, more composed. The boy I once knew had grown into a man with a quiet kind of confidence, the sort that didn’t demand attention but drew it effortlessly anyway. His once-boyish charm had settled into something refined, something that hurt to look at. He wasn’t the same Nicco I had left behind. The easy smiles that used to light up his face were gone, replaced by a calm, unreadable stillness. It was strange—how time had sculpted him into someone new, someone who looked at the world with steadier eyes. He looked… grown. Changed. Beautifully so. And I wasn’t sure if the ache in my chest was guilt, longing, or both. Nicco stood at the head of the table, explaining the plans for the two-storey café. H
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