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between us.
And then, just like that-
We were tangled together.
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His fingers slid into my hair without hesitation, slow and absentminded, like he’d done it a thousand times
before and didn’t even think about it anymore.
I exhaled softly, letting myself sink into it.
This… this right here was what I needed.
Not questions.
Not concern.
Not whatever had been sitting in my chest all day, making everything feel slightly off.
Just this.
I shifted slightly, adjusting my position until I was more comfortable, still on him, still close, my hands resting lightly against his chest.
He let out a quiet breath, something almost like a laugh under it.
“You’re getting bold,” he said.
I smirked faintly. “I’ve always been bold.”
“That’s not how I remember it.”
I lifted a brow. “Then your memory is faulty.”
That made him laugh properly this time.
And for a second, it pulled something out of me too.
I smiled.
I pushed myself up slightly then, sitting up while still straddling him, my hands resting on his chest for balance. My hair fell forward a little, framing my face as I looked down at him.
He was still smiling.
I leaned forward slightly, brushing my fingers through his hair this time, mimicking what he’d been doing to
me earlier.
He didn’t stop me.
Didn’t even comment.
Just watched me, that same soft look in his eyes.
For a moment, neither of us said anything.
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And it was enough.
It could have stayed like that.
But of course-
It didn’t.
His hand moved from my hair, sliding down slowly until it rested at my waist again, steady and grounding.
Then, after a beat, his expression shifted.
Just slightly.
The softness didn’t disappear.
But something else settled underneath it.
Serious.
“Faye,” he said.
I knew what was coming.
Of course I did.
“How are you feeling?”
There it was.
I just shrugged… like it didn’t matter.
“I’m fine,” I said lightly.
And the annoying part was-
I meant it.
At least, I thought I did.
“I feel fine,” I added, like that clarified something.
Because physically, I did.
There was nothing wrong with me.
Nothing I could point to and say–this is it.
This is the problem.
Except-
The image came back uninvited… the way I saw Alexander hit a man with his car.
The impact that never happened.
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I blinked once, pushing it back down before it could settle.
Alexander didn’t miss it.
He never did.
“I know what I saw,” I continued, quieter now but still controlled. “It was a vision, as always”
He didn’t interrupt.
“I just… don’t know what it means yet,” I admitted, glancing away from him briefly before looking back. “Or
how it’s supposed to happen this time.”
There was a pause.
But it stretched longer than it should have.
And I felt it.
Felt the weight of it trying to pull me back into that place I didn’t want to go.
So I didn’t let it.
I shook my head slightly, like I was brushing something off.
“Honestly?” I said, my tone shifting again, lighter. “I’m tired of letting it interfere with everything.”
His brows pulled together faintly.
“I mean it,” I added. “Every time something like this happens, it becomes this whole… thing. Like I have to stop everything else and figure it out before I can breathe again.”
I exhaled slowly.
“I don’t want to do that anymore.”
He watched me for a second, his gaze searching, like he was trying to decide how seriously to take that.
“I don’t think pretending you’re fine is a good idea,” he said finally
I smiled faintly. “I’m not pretending.”
“Faye-”
“And even if I was,” I cut in gently–not harsh… just enough to stop him before he went too far into it-“what
difference does it make?”
He went quiet.
That got his attention… good.
I shifted slightly, my hands still resting against his chest, grounding myself more than him.
“When I saw a vision of you dying,” I said, my voice softer now, not as light as before, “I panicked.”
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His expression changed immediately.
Subtle.
But I saw it.
“I did everything I could think of,” I continued. “I tried to stop it. I tried to change things. I didn’t sleep well, !
didn’t think straight.”
I paused.
Let that sit.
“And it still happened.”
Silence.
I swallowed lightly, my fingers pressing just a little more into his shirt.
“And when I saw the vision about… about the baby…” My voice dipped slightly, almost without permission.”
I panicked again.”
I let out a quiet breath.
“I thought if I paid attention this time, if I stayed ahead of it, if I didn’t miss anything—”
I stopped.
Because I already knew how that ended.
“We still lost…,” I said.
The words came out heavy.
For a brief second, I felt something trying to pull me under.
That ache.
That hollow space. But I didn’t let it stay.
I snapped out of it.
Just like that.
I pulled myself back before it could settle too deep.
I blinked once, straightening slightly, forcing my tone back into something steady.
“So no,” I said, softer now but sure. “I don’t want to do that again.”
I met his eyes fully this time.
“I don’t want to sit around trying to control something I’ve never been able to control in the first place.”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
