Elara didn’t ask him to leave.That was the first mistake.Or maybe it wasn’t a mistake at all.The night had stretched longer than she planned. What was supposed to be a short conversation at the door turned into him stepping inside, then sitting, then staying. No pressure. No force. Just presence. And somehow, she let it happen.“Guest room is upstairs,” she had said casually, like it didn’t matter.But it did.Everything about this felt unfamiliar.And yetShe didn’t stop it.Morning came softly.Elara woke up earlier than usual, her mind clearer than she expected. For a second, she forgot.Then she remembered.Him.In her house.She sat up slowly, brushing her hair back, her expression thoughtful not annoyed, not confused… just aware.Different.That was the word.She got up, dressed quickly, and went for a short jog. She needed air. Needed movement. Needed something normal before facing whatever this was turning into.By the time she got back, the house felt quiet again.Calm.Sh
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