LEILA
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He moved closer then, deliberate steps closing the small space between us, and closer still until my back was pressed flat against the wall.
There was nowhere else to go, I was already at the barrier, but I still tried to shift backward anyway, a futile, instinctual movement, it felt like this time I was inside the wall.
His hand came up, his fingers gently touching my cheek, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw.
Oh, I thought, but didn’t say it aloud, the realization settling deep in my gut, I knew about it, not when he’d said it, not really processing it until this moment, standing here with his touch on my skin, but I knew now, from today, from the chilling realization with Misa.
Then he shifted back slightly, just enough to break the physical press, and his facial
