– Palmer’s POVThere’s a kind of ache that doesn’t come from bruises or broken bones — it’s quieter, softer, buried deep in the places where longing lives. That’s what Andrew awakened in me the moment he asked the question.“Would you…” he hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck with that same shy charm that disarmed me every single time, “…like to go out with me sometime? Maybe dinner?”For a heartbeat, I forgot how to breathe. My mind immediately painted Arrow’s face — cold, controlled, terrifying. The walls of the Dawson house pressed in on me like a vise. But then my gaze drifted back to Andrew’s eyes — warm, open, patient. They weren’t asking, they were inviting.I laughed nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I don’t really… do dates.”“Then don’t call it a date,” he said, smiling. “Call it two people eating food in the same place, maybe laughing once or twice.”“Once or twice?” I teased, a smile tugging at my lips despite the knot in my chest.“Fine,” he said with
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