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Chapter 92: The Gravity of Us
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... ere time felt slower, like even the walls had taken a breath.
They were still on the bed.
Sunlight cut diagonally through the blinds, casting golden slats across Luca’s bare arm, across Noel’s cheekbone as he shifted against the sheets.
For a while, they just lay there — not asleep, not fully talking, just existing. Close enough to feel one another breathe.
But eventually, Noel stirred.
He sat up slowly, brushing a hand through his hair, and reached for hi ...
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