Avery’s POV For a while, we walked without talking, the sun setting into a soft golden hue over the rooftops. The air smelled like citrus and sea salt. I could pretend this wasn't borrowed time. Rafa’s shoulder occasionally brushed mine, and every time it did, my heartbeat quickened. We stopped near a railing overlooking the harbor. Fishing boats rocked gently, water glittering like diamonds. Rafa leaned both arms on the railing and looked over the water, his sunglasses dangling from his fingers. He looked calm, more than I had ever seen him. “You’re thinking too loudly,” he said without looking at me. I scoffed. “How can someone think loudly? That doesn't make any sense.” “With you, it does.” I nudged him with my hips. He nudged back, harder, making me stumble. “Rafa!” He smirked. “Watch your balance, Ethan.” “Don't call me, Ethan,” I groaned. “It makes me sound like a middle-aged man.” He hummed, amused, and slipped his sunglasses back on. Then without warn
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