Ethan's POVA soft smile slowly curved across my lips as he nestled into me, his touch so gentle, so achingly familiar, that it made my heart stutter.His large, calloused hand settled against my waist—rough, warm, grounding—as his one warm rest on the side and other arm wrapped around me like they had done countless times before. I could feel the faint pressure of his fingers through the fabric, steady and reassuring. His long lashes cast delicate shadows over his eyes, framed by thick brows that only made his gaze more intense, more captivating. There was something so effortlessly calm about his features, a quiet kind of beauty that didn’t demand attention, yet held mine completely. Even his breathing, slow and even against me, felt like something I had missed without ever admitting it.It had been so long since I’d seen him this close… close enough to notice every little detail, every subtle change—and yet, somehow, he still felt exactly the same. Just like old times.Never, in all
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