Don't Leave Me
she murmured, her voice soft and husky with sleep.
Harry's heart skipped a beat. He leaned in, his breath warm on her skin, and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. The contact was brief, but it sent a shiver down his spine. As he pulled away, their eyes met again, and in that shared moment, everything felt possible.
Anastasia pulled away first, her heart pounding like a drum. “I’m sorry,” Harry said, his voice barely a whisper. He turned and fled the room, slamming the door behind him.