The city lights outside flickered against the glass, painting the apartment in shades of gold and shadow. Nina sat on the edge of the couch, knees drawn close, heart hammering in her chest. Dante leaned against the wall nearby, arms crossed, and eyes that seemed to see straight through her.“You’re thinking too much,” he said, voice low, husky, teasing.“I can’t stop,” she admitted, her fingers brushing at the edge of the blanket around her. “Everything that happened today, everything we found out… it’s too much.”He walked toward her slowly, each step deliberate. “Maybe,” he murmured, “you’re thinking about me too much.”Nina’s chest fluttered. “Me? You think I—” She stopped herself, realizing her own words sounded like a confession she wasn’t ready to give.Dante closed the distance between them, leaning down so their eyes met. “Don’t pretend,” he whispered. “You feel it, don’t you?”Heat pooled in her stomach. She wanted to deny it, to push back, but she couldn’t. “I… maybe,” she a
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