The last rumble of thunder faded into the distance, yet Tracy remained curled up against Gordon's chest, her eyes squeezed shut. This was nothing like before—when storms came, she'd just pop in her noise-cancelling headphones and tune everything out.
But now, whether it was Gordon's solid presence or that calming lavender scent that always seemed to follow him around, something incredible happened. Nestled in his arms, she realized the thunder didn't scare her nearly as much. Pretty amazing, really.
"Alright, let's move. The storm's over, and the little guy's waiting for us in the car," Gordon murmured, his deep voice carrying a tenderness she rarely heard from him. Walking side by side, Tracy stole a glance at those unfairly gorgeous lashes of his—absurdly, annoyingly perfect.
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