He was reaching for me.I saw it clearly now... not mistaken, not imagined. Priest Anon’s hand lifted with quiet certainty, his gaze fixed on me in a way that made my chest tighten before I could understand why.He did not slow.He did not hesitate.It was not the same calm gaze from before. It felt different now... intent, certain, focused in a way that left no space for doubt. It was not a question. It did not feel like he was waiting for permission.My body would not move.'I should step back...'I didn’t.My breath caught somewhere in my chest, shallow and tight, as if even the smallest movement would break something fragile and dangerous between us.His eyes did not leave mine.Not when the room fell silent.Not when the distance between us shortened.The warmth under my ribs stirred again... soft at first, then clearer, like something in me was answering him before I could understand it.'...why does it feel like this...?'He stepped closer.His hand lifted higher.And then—A h
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