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I knew it was a trick of my mind─every touch, every breath ─ still let myself drown in him, sinking deeper under the weight of my undoing.
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Every time caught I his gaze, it was as if something dark stirred behind his eyes
I stopped acknowledging him after... that night. I'd perfected the art of pretending he didn't exist. But still, I felt him burning into my skin even when I wasn't looking.
Today, though, I don't know why I thought I should stare back.
Maybe I was tired of running. Tired of the distance between us. Or maybe a part of me wanted him to catch me.
My gaze snapped to his, and my throat tightened. His stare didn't soften-it was molten, tearing through my defenses like fire through ice. It ignited something low in my belly and I shuddered.
"Good morning," my voice betrayed the quiet panic thrumming under my skin.
But he didn't answer. Didn't move. Just stared.
For the first time, I wondered what it would feel like to have that intensity aimed at something other than intimidation.
Then, without a word, he turned. The door slammed behind him sharply, sending an odd shiver down my spine.
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