Evelyn's POVHis voice dropped, quieter than before, and it didn’t sound like he was testing me anymore so much as confirming something he already believed to be true.I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I kept my eyes on the water, where the last trace of gold had already sunk beneath the surface, leaving behind nothing but a stretch of cold, muted blue.“What do you think?” I asked instead.He didn’t reply, but I felt his arms tighten around me, just slightly, as if he were afraid I might fall—or maybe, more accurately, afraid I might walk away.By the time dinner started, he had returned to his usual self.He cut my steak for me, poured my wine, and at some point, without drawing attention to it, swapped out the herbs on my plate for the ones I actually liked; every detail was handled flawlessly, almost too flawlessly, in a way that felt less like habit and more like compensation for something unspoken.Elegant. Composed. Impeccable.That was the version of him I had fallen in lov
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