Nathan:She was tipsy, not enough to lose herself, just enough that the tightness in her shoulders had eased, enough that her laughter came easier, softer, warmer, like she’d finally stopped bracing for impact.And I didn’t want the night to end.I hated how honest that was, and I hated how quickly I’d gotten used to her being beside me, because before Mia, I’d never realized how loud silence could be.And now the thought of going back upstairs alone felt unbearable. It was a reminder of my reality, one that I knew I didn’t want to think about tonight.I swirled the last of the scotch in my glass, buying myself a second, then finally looked down at her. “Stay a little longer,” I whispered, holding her gaze. “I know that you want to go back up there, but just a while longer.”Her eyes lifted to mine, warm now, softened in a way that caught me off guard. She was no longer as guarded as she was earlier. She was trusting something that I knew she allowed herself to give into.“Nathan…” she
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