Ethan’s POVIt starts so small, I almost don’t notice. A brush of fingers when Dominic passes me the coffee mug. His hand steady, mine not. The fleeting warmth of his arm grazing mine as we reach for the same plate. A second too long, a pause too heavy.Neither of us says anything. We never do but the air hums differently now.It’s been weeks since we started living like this again quietly, side by side. We cook, we talk, we even laugh sometimes. The silences aren’t painful anymore. They’re just waiting.This morning, I’m at the stove flipping eggs when he comes in. I feel him before I hear him, the faint shift of air, the soft thud of his bare feet on the hardwood floor.“Morning,” I say, voice too casual.“Morning.”He’s close. Too close. He reaches past me for the salt, and I freeze. His arm brushes my back, his breath ghosts across the back of my neck.The contact lasts a heartbeat. Maybe less. But my pulse spikes anyway, traitorous and sharp.“Sorry,” he says, though his voice d
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