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Forty-seven

Author: Curvywrites
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-19 01:47:51

His hand brushed against my temple as he carefully plucked a small leaf from my bun. The warmth of his fingers lingered, and my breath hitched.

“Thanks,” I murmured, cheeks flushing.

Jesse didn’t move right away. His eyes locked on mine, and for a heartbeat, the world shrank to just us. I caught a faint whiff of his shampoo, a subtle blend of citrus and cedar that sent a shiver down my spine. His gaze flicked to my lips. I could feel my pulse racing, and the scent lingered between us, heightening the moment's intensity. But just as the tension reached its peak, he cleared his throat and stepped back.

“So… heard from Alison—Natasha’s leaving next week?” he asked, rubbing his neck.

“Yeah. And she’s taking the car. I’ll have to figure something out with Henry. Can’t walk everywhere.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “My parents could watch him. They help with Alison whenever Cassidy and I aren’t available.”

“That would be great. Thanks, Jesse.”

Alison’s giggle echoed down the hallway, and a momen
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