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Mine to protect, mine to keep

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Nolan's POV

The moment lingered, suspended like a breath held too long, the kind that aches in your chest but you don't dare release. Her words—*You're pretty good at this holding thing*—didn't land like a joke. They landed like something gentle and terrifying, a feather-light confession wrapped in the casual tilt of her head. I watched her as the wind played with the loose strands of her hair, watched the way her smile softened instead of sharpened. No armor. No performance. Just Clara—raw edges and all, standing there on the edge of the quad with the late afternoon sun slanting gold across her cheekbones, turning the faint freckles there into a constellation I suddenly wanted to trace with my fingertips.

It scared the hell out of me.

Because holding had always been easy when it meant control. A grip on her wrist to steer her away from prying eyes, an arm around her waist to claim the space between us in a crowded room. It was a tether, a reminder: *mine to protect, mine to keep*. B
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