Sam's POVFootsteps faded down the hall, then silence settled where Ethan had been.A hush hung over the water, black under a sky dusted with faint light. There I stayed, near glass taller than myself, watching ripples catch glimmers like scattered foil. Hours since the dress hit the floor - layers of fabric shoved aside for something smooth, pale, whispering against arms that hadn’t quite settled yet. Fingers drifted upward without thought, brushing the place his hand had rested - a moment brief but heavy, quiet in its claim. Not love, not then - but close enough to fool a heartbeat.Fingers warm on mine, that feeling stayed. The touch lingered long after he let go. Heat remained, even when his hand moved away. Still there, the trace of skin against skin. A quiet burn where we connected.Over and over, that moment kept coming back, pushing its way into my thoughts without warning. It stayed there, persistent, showing up each time I tried to look away.That moment he faced Gwen, sharp
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