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Chapter 59

Author: Gem
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-14 23:59:13

POV: Cameron

I didn’t want to move.

I didn’t want to breathe or blink or do anything that would break the moment, because for once, everything felt still. My thoughts, my fear, my million insecurities—they all just… stopped. And all that was left was this: me, curled into Brandon on his tiny, kinda-saggy couch, our legs tangled together like puzzle pieces that finally made sense.

His thumb rubbed slow circles over the back of my hand. Every few seconds, he’d lean over and kiss the side of my head, like he was reminding himself I was still there. Like he couldn’t help it.

Honestly? Same.

I couldn’t stop staring at him. His messy hair, the soft curve of his lips, the way his blue eyes kept drifting over to me like I was a favorite song on repeat. It was annoying. And perfect. And made my stomach do that stupid rollercoaster drop every time.

“You keep looking at me like I’m gonna vanish,” he said finally, voice quiet and teasing.

“Maybe I am,” I muttered.

He raised an eyebrow. “Wanna tal
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