Terms and conditions of the heart
For a moment, neither of them moved, both caught in the weight of what that single word and action meant
“Always,” he whispered.
Outside, the city lights flickered through her window as they stood there, the night holding its breath — a quiet promise of what might come next.
The shift in the room was immediate and absolute. The ordinary details of Elara’s bedroom—the faded poster, the pile of books—vanished. All that existed was the heavy, thrumming presence of Noah, the slick heat of their entwined bodies, and the dizzying sensation of the unknown.
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