Travis’s eyes were dark as he looked at Nora. She kept her head down, silent. Without hesitation, he sat beside her.The sofa was wide enough for two, but the moment he settled in, the space felt too close, too warm.“Couldn’t you sit across from me?” she asked sharply.Hearing her blame him, Travis’s voice dropped cold. “This is where I always sit.”Nora immediately stood, ready to move elsewhere, but his hand shot out. He pulled her back down beside him.Their shoulders brushed through the thin fabric, the touch sending a subtle spark through the air.“What are you doing? Don’t think just because this is your family’s house, I’m afraid of you,” she said, her expression hard.Travis didn’t let go. His tone was calm, almost detached. “Grandma will see.”“So what? You can’t force me just because your family doesn’t approve,” Nora shot back, refusing to play along.His grip tightened slightly. For the first time that night, the mask of cold detachment slipped, revealing exhausti
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