Chapter 3:(Sophia’s POV) Three months later, I’d moved into the apartment above the bookshop.It happened gradually from a drawer of clothes, a toothbrush, my books mixing with his on the shelves. Until one day Theo said: “Just move in. Officially. Stop pretending you don’t live here already.”So I did.We fell into routines; he’d open the shop, I’d handle online orders and social media. We’d close together, cook dinner, read to each other in bed. The age gap was evident in small ways; his references to vinyl records and typewriters, my confusion at his lack of social media fluency, but mostly it just felt right.The confessions continued, but differently now. I’d leave notes for him around the apartment, tucked in his books, slipped into his jacket pockets. Small admissions of desire, love, gratitude.He’d respond in kind.One Saturday night, he left a note on my pillow: Meet me in the shop at midnight. Come exactly as you are.I went down in my sleep shirt and bare feet, found the
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