The afternoon sun filtered softly through the tall glass windows of the city café, painting warm streaks across the polished floor. May sat by the window, her fingers wrapped around a porcelain cup she hadn’t touched in minutes. Outside, the city moved on—busy, loud, unaware.Inside her chest, something felt… off.She had learned long ago to trust that feeling.“Are you sure you’re okay?” Damien asked gently, his voice low as he leaned across the table, his sharp features softened by concern.May forced a smile. “I’m fine. Just tired.”It was a lie—but a harmless one, she told herself.Damien reached for her hand, their fingers intertwining naturally, intimately. The warmth of his touch steadied her a little.“I’ll drop you home,” he said. “I have a meeting later, but—”“I’ll be fine,” May interrupted softly. “It’s just a short drive.”He searched her face for a moment, his instincts clearly fighting his schedule. Finally, he nodded, brushing his thumb over her knuckles.“Call me when
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