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CHAPTER Twenty Four — THE SPACE HE LEFT BEHIND

作者: Miranda Miley
last update 最終更新日: 2025-12-30 11:07:49

Nora’s Point of View

The room feels different after he leaves.

Not untouched.

Not unchanged.

Altered.

His presence lingers in ways the walls cannot register. In the air that feels heavier than it should. In my body, which refuses to forget the exact weight of his hands, the care in them, the restraint that felt like it cost him something real.

I sit on the edge of my bed, fingers curled into the blanket where he stood so close I could feel the heat of him. My skin is too aware of itself. Every nerve hums, as if my body has decided that memory is not optional.

After his touch, I leaned into him.

And he did not retreat.

That detail matters more than anything else.

He touched me.

Not recklessly.

Not carelessly.

Not the way I once imagined touch might come — rushed, desperate, thoughtless.

He touched me like restraint was the hardest thing he has ever done.

That is the part my mind keeps circling.

I stand and pace the room, barefoot steps quiet against the floor. The clock
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