Unbeknownst
I felt my own hand move without deciding to, settling against his forearm, fingers curling slightly into the fabric.
One of us was going to close the last fraction of space between us, and the other was not going to stop them, and we both knew it and were staying, suspended, in the last possible moment before it became something you cannot un-become.
Then Lucas made a sound.
Not words. Just a small, sleepy, involuntary sound, the kind children make when they shift in their sleep, already unconscious again before it had fully left him.
But it was enough.
Julien stilled.
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