Ethan's POVThe suite felt smaller tonight.Glowing coals pulsed dull orange, washing over the cream walls and glinting off the grain of the heavy desk. Light came from two lamps only - not bright ones - one perched on the desk, another resting near the sofa's arm, their glow huddling close while darkness gathered beyond. There it sat, spread wide between us, the contract; ten clean sheets dense with tight black lines, words shaped by both our voices just days before, every line still breathing, waiting for names at the bottom.The leather armchair held me still. Across the space between, Sam perched in its twin, legs aligned, fingers resting atop each other like pages of an open book. A plain charcoal sweater draped her frame, loose pants below - no sharp edges, no attempt at show. Still, flames painted warmth along her spine, lit how she met my eyes without waver, made my ribs pull inward, slow and sure.Last time we talked was after I carried the finis
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