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CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
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THE LINE BETWEEN US CHAPTER FOURTY ONE
I stood in front of Damian’s house again, my fingers gripping the strap of my bag so tightly my knuckles ached.The evening was quiet, too quiet. Even the wind that usually played with the leaves seemed to hold its breath. The tall, glass windows of his house reflected the pale stretch of sky, making it look cold, distant, untouchable.For a long moment, I just stood there, staring at the door, the doubt pressing harder with every passing second. What if he didn’t want to see me? What if I was reading into something that wasn’t even there? What if I walked in, and he looked at me with that calm, unreadable face that said you shouldn’t have come?I swallowed hard. My throat felt tight.Before I could talk myself out of it, I reached for the handle and pushed the door open before the butler could.The house was quiet, the faint hum of some distant bass line seeping through the air. I recognized it immediately, it was coming from upstairs. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me as
THE LINE BETWEEN US CHAPTER FORTY
For a long moment, I didn’t move.Taylor stood there across the street, leaning against the same lamppost he always did, like nothing had changed, like he hadn’t vanished and left me to worry. His face was unreadable, the morning light casting soft shadows beneath his eyes. The cold air slipped between us, silent and sharp.I tightened my grip on the strap of my bag. My pulse quickened, not with excitement, but with a dull ache that had been building since the last time I saw him. I wanted to ask him where he’d been. I wanted to demand why he always disappearedwithout a word. But when our eyes met, all that spilled into me was exhaustion.So I walked past him.I didn’t say a word. Didn’t slow down. My shoes hit the gravel in steady rhythm, the sound louder than it should’ve been in the quiet morning. I could feel his gaze on me, heavy, following every step.For a moment, I thought maybe he’d let me go, that this time, silence would be enough between us. But then I heard his footsteps,
THE LINE BETWEEN US CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
The clink of my fork against the plate was the loudest sound in the room.I’d been pushing my dinner around for the better part of twenty minutes, dragging the mashed potatoes into ridges and valleys, circling the vegetables without actually eating them. My mother sat across from me, her posture light, her eyes bright in that way they got when she was keeping something to herself. There was a hum beneath her silence, a buoyant energy I could feel even across the table, like she was waiting for the right moment to spill whatever secret she was holding.Normally, I might have asked. Normally, I’d have leaned in and teased it out of her, pressed until she laughed and gave it up. But tonight, I couldn’t bring myself to care.I twirled my fork again, catching a glimpse of my mother’s smile. She hadn’t noticed. Or maybe she had, but she was too wrapped in her own excitement to comment on the fact that I hadn’t taken more than three bites.It was only after another long stretch of silence, b
THE LINE BETWEEN US CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
The moment I saw her, the world stopped moving.Marianne.She stood there at Damian’s side, her posture flawless, a small smirk playing at her lips like she belonged, like she had always belonged. She was draped in a wine-colored gown that clung to her like it had been sewn into her very skin, the kind of fabric that shimmered when it caught the light. Her hair was twisted into a perfect updo, not a strand out of place, her earrings delicate but loud enough to announce her presence.It hit me then, not just her, not just the surprise of seeing her in this house, but all of them. Damian’s parents, impeccably dressed. Damian’s father in a sharp black suit, his tie perfectly knotted, his gaze heavy with that unshakable authority he carried everywhere. His mother in a navy gown that managed to be elegant and commanding at once, her pearl necklace glinting under the warm light.They were all dressed for an outing.And Damian, God, Damian.For a moment, I forgot myself entirely.He wore bla
THE LINE BETWEEN US CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
The morning air carried the crisp bite of autumn as I stepped out of the gate, my sweater tugged tighter around me. For a second, I expected to see Taylor leaning against the lamppost across the street, his usual half-smile waiting for me, like he always did. But the space was empty, only the pale stretch of sidewalk catching the early sunlight.I hesitated, glancing left, then right. Nothing.The thought formed almost immediately, he must be avoiding me because of yesterday. The cafeteria. Damian. The way tension had burned between them like a fuse ready to explode. Maybe Taylor thought giving me space was the safest option.I shook the thought away, setting one foot in front of the other. Fine. If he wanted distance, I’d let him have it.But when I arrived at school, the absence hit harder. Taylor wasn’t just avoiding me, he wasn’t there at all. Not in the halls, not at our usual spot before class, not even when I stood in front of my locker. I expected him to pop out of nowhere and
THE LINE BETWEEN US CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
The evening air was cool when I stepped out of my house, the faint bite of autumn wind brushing across my skin as I tightened my grip on my bag strap. Tonight, as I climbed the stairs up to his room, I sensed the difference immediately.The faint scrape of a chair. A presence.When I walked into the study, Damian was already there, seated at his table, his posture straight, one arm resting against the dark wood. His eyes lifted the moment I entered, steady and unreadable, as though he had been waiting specifically for me.I paused mid-step. The air shifted, the memory of the cafeteria hours earlier flickering back, unbidden. His words. His presence at our table. The sharpness in Taylor’s voice. The way Damian had left without another glance.I swallowed, willing the heat from my face, and forced my feet to move forward in careful, measured steps.“Good evening,” I murmured, my voice smaller than I intended.He didn’t reply, not right away. His gaze followed me as I crossed the room a
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