Winning Her Back
He simply gave a curt nod, turned on his heel, and strode out, the sound of his footsteps fading rapidly.
I sank back into my chair, a trembling smile spreading across my face. He hadn't recoiled. He hadn't frozen in anger. He’d allowed it. The taste of victory, however small, was intoxicating. Hope flared brighter, fiercer. Maybe this could work. Maybe gentle persistence could melt the permafrost around his heart.
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