ZACH WINCHESTER……She looked so fragile, standing there clutching the mug like it was the only thing holding her together. The apology on her lips was unnecessary, but I let her say it. I could see the storm in her eyes, the battle she was waging against herself.“You don’t have to apologize,” I said quietly, stepping closer but not too close. “Not to me.”Her gaze flickered up, startled, almost relieved, but still shadowed by doubt. I wanted to reach for her, to close the distance, but I forced myself to stay steady.“Ariella,” I continued, my voice firm but gentle, “whatever you’re fighting, you don’t have to fight it alone. I don’t need you to give me more than you’re ready for. I just need you to let me stay.”For a long moment, silence stretched between us. Her lips parted, her eyes shimmering as though she wanted to believe me but wasn’t sure she could. And I knew then, this wasn’t about rushing her, or about my own longing. It was about proving to her, every single day if I had
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