Evelyn's POVWhen his voice reached my ears, my fingers instinctively clenched around the bathrobe's belt, the fabric bunching and wrinkling under my grip.My throat tightened, and my voice felt muffled as if cotton had been stuffed in my mouth. I managed to squeeze out a barely audible "yes" before hastily dropping my gaze, staring fixedly at my toes. I didn't even dare listen to the wind outside the window.The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken possibilities. I could hear him moving behind me, the soft rustle of his shirt, the quiet exhale that suggested he was considering his next words carefully.My fingers fumbled clumsily through the robe's sleeves, hastily tying the belt. Each movement felt magnified, hyperaware of his presence watching my every gesture. My steps felt weightless, like walking on cotton, as I made my way to the bedroom and sat sideways on the edge of the bed, my back rigid as a board.The mattress dipped slightly under my weight, and I found myse
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