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Chapter sixty

Author: Florence Scarlet
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I moved from my chair to his without thinking, sliding onto his lap, cupping his face. His hands gripped my waist like he needed the anchor.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “For trusting me with this.”

He rested his forehead against my shoulder, breath warm against my neck. “It was easier than I thought,” he murmured. “With you, it’s always easier.”

We stayed that way in silence, the sea whispering below us, the lanterns flickering softly, his heartbeat steady against my ribs. When he finally lifted his head, his eyes looked clearer, like speaking the words had made space in him he didn’t know he’d been holding shut.

“I didn’t tell you sooner because… I didn’t want to think about it. It’s a memory that haunts me, I wasn’t prepared.” He said.

My throat tightened. “I’m so sorry, that you had to go through something so painful.” He wrapped his hands around my waist tightly. forehead resting against mine, letting out a slow, shaky exhale, something inside me cracked open too.

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