Evelyn’s POVThere's a moment of dead silence as Sebastian processes this response. His eyes search my face with growing confusion, clearly trying to decode the shift in my behavior, clearly trying to ignore the love and desire in my eyes, clearly trying to push away the feelings that he still has for me."Evelyn," he says carefully, "are you feeling alright? You're acting very..." He trails off, his eyes softening, his hand brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, a gentle, intimate gesture that makes my heart race, that makes me believe he still loves me, that makes me hope for more.He reaches across the table and presses the back of his hand to my forehead, his touch gentle but clinical. I lean slightly to the side, avoiding his hand naturally— no shyness, just a refusal of his unnecessary physical contact, just a silent I don’t need your care, I need your love. But he catches my chin with his fingers, tilting my face up to his, his eyes locked on mine, his thumb brushing acros
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