The hallway was quiet, but the silence between them was anything but.
She leaned against the door, arms folded, trying to look composed—but her eyes gave her away. He noticed. He always did.
“You keep saying this is a bad idea,” he said, stepping closer, his voice low and steady.
“It is,” she replied quickly.
But she didn’t move.
That was the problem.
He stopped just inches away, close enough that she could feel the warmth of him, close enough that leaving now would mean admitting she never really wanted to. His gaze dropped briefly to her lips, then back to her eyes, like he was testing a boundary neither of them had defined.
“Then why are you still here?” he asked softly.
Her breath caught for a second. “Maybe… I’m waiting for a reason to leave.”
A faint smile touched his lips.
“Or a reason to stay?”
The air shifted.
Her fingers, almost without thinking, brushed against his arm. A simple touch—but it lingered. Neither of them pulled back.
“You don’t make this easy,” she whispered.
“I’m not trying to,” he answered, his voice quieter now, closer.
The distance between them faded, slowly, naturally—like gravity had taken over. Her heartbeat sped up, loud in her chest, but she didn’t step away.
Didn’t want to.
“Last chance,” he murmured.
She met his eyes, steady this time.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
And just like that, the tension broke—turning into something warmer, deeper, and impossible to ignore.
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