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"Or the reason is..." he murmured, searching my eyes. "Because of that absurdly good heart of yours. No one else would do this, sneak into a house that's basically a fortress, dig through someone else's mess, comfort the nephew of the guy who might've played a part in Adrien's mom's death, all for a jerk who used to make your life a nightmare. You're too good, Noah. Always have been."
I tried my best not to lean into his touch, not to let my eyes flutter closed or my shoulders drop in surrender. My mind kept sending frantic reminders: We're on a break. You're betraying him by being with Adrien. You can't just melt because he's touching you like this.
But man, I missed it. I missed Ethan's warmth, the steady pressure of his hands, the way he made the world feel smaller and safer just by being this close. Two weeks without this, without him and I hadn't realized how cold I'd felt until just now.
