Entangled Hearts
For a moment, I was just Lisa—no titles, no commands, no lingering eyes burning into my skin.
Nick parked by the curb, his arm stretching across the back of my seat as he turned to face me. “Still want to check out that bookstore?”
I nodded, smiling. “Definitely.”
We walked together, side by side. Not quite touching, but close enough for his warmth to seep through. I could feel him looking at me every now and then, but he didn’t say much until we reached the old bookstore nestled between two flower shops.
The bell above the door jingled as we stepped inside, and the scent of aged paper and ink embraced me like an old friend. I wandered between the shelves, fingers grazing titles I didn’t kno
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