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They were close enough to share a breath. Their banter had stopped. Their laughter had slipped into something heavier. And now they were here — one almost-kiss away from a choice she couldn't unmake.

It wasn't a kiss. It wasn't a touch. It was a sentence — the way he said her name like he'd already memorized it. Some people leave marks that don't fade. He was one of them.

Not his smile — everyone notices that. It's the small, stupid details that get me. The way he chews pens. The way he rolls his sleeves. The way his eyes give him away.