HOPE’S POV.The room was quiet except for the soft rhythm of our breathing. Hunter and I lay in each other’s arms in the dim glow of the moon filtering through the blinds, the warmth of his body pressed against mine. His arm draped over me in a protective loop, and I traced idle patterns along his shoulder and chest, feeling the steady beat of his pulse beneath my fingers.Tonight was supposed to be simple, just us, a quiet night, nothing more. And for a while, that was exactly what it was. We talked and laughed about everything and nothing. For a moment, everything was calm and peaceful.Until suddenly, Hunter’s body stiffened beneath me.His eyes, usually so calm, darkened with a shadow I couldn’t name. Then tension rippled through him, subtle at first, but enough to make me tense up with worry.“Hunter?” I whispered, nudging him gently.He shook his head, as if trying to shake off an invisible weight. “I’m fine,” he muttered, though the edge in his voice told me that wasn’t true.I
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