Leighton stood in Noah's bedroom doorway with her overnight bag. Her stomach twisted. The last time she'd been in this room, he'd called her a mistake the next morning."You okay?" Noah appeared behind her. Close but not touching."Yeah. Just memories.""Bad ones.""Some." She turned to face him. "But we're making new ones, right?""Right." He took her bag. Set it on the chair by the window. "You can use the bathroom first. Fresh towels are in the cabinet. Take your time."He was nervous too. She could tell by the way his hands kept moving. Adjusting things that didn't need adjusting. Straightening pillows already straight."Noah.""Yeah?""Breathe."He laughed. Short. "Sorry. I just want this to be good. Not like before. Not rushed or desperate or...""I know. Me too."She showered. The water was too hot but she didn't adjust it. Let it burn away the anxiety. The fear. The voice that said this was a mistake.When she came out, wrapped in a towel, her bag sat on the counter. He'd brou
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