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The moon cast a silver path across the floor, illuminating the space between them where memory hung, thick as summer humidity. Nora moved with a quiet purpose, the whisper of her silk chemise a ghost against her skin, a sound she knew he would recognize from other, more intimate nights. She felt the weight of James’s gaze before she saw it, a tangible heat that prickled along her bare arms and the nape of her neck. He stood frozen by the window, his knuckles white where they gripped the sill, the struggle within him as clear as the moonlight on his face. A slow, aching breath escaped her, a silent invitation she knew he was too proud to accept but too weak to refuse. The air itself seemed to tremble with the echo of stolen kisses and tangled limbs, a bittersweet ache blooming deep within her chest. She turned slightly, allowing the delicate fabric to slide over her hip, a deliberate, languid movement that was both a question and a confession. His resolve shattered with a soft, ragged sigh, his eyes closing as if in pain before he finally took a step toward her, drawn by an invisible thread of shared longing. The space between them vanished not with a crash, but with a gentle yielding, as his forehead came to rest against hers, their shared breath a warm, desperate promise in the cool night. In that suspended moment, the past was not just remembered, but felt, a current of pure, undiluted emotion that left them both trembling and utterly exposed.
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