The night was warm, the kind that lingered just before summer’s full bloom. The sky, a deep inky blue, held a blanket of stars that twinkled faintly through the curtains. Inside, the air was thick with an unspoken tension, a kind of electric pulse that stirred between them, slow and steady, like a heartbeat.
James stood at the window, his hands resting against the cool glass, eyes fixed on the shimmering city lights beyond. He had come here seeking solace, a quiet moment of reflection after a long day, but the quiet was not so still. His thoughts swirled, images of her flashing across his mind. Every detail about her was imprinted there, from the curve of her smile to the way her laugh could fill a room and stir something primal inside him.
She was in the next room, close enough that he could almost feel her presence despite the distance. Emily—his stepmother—had been in his life for years now, stepping into his father’s life like a ray of sunshine after a long storm. But lately, things had changed between them. It was subtle at first, a lingering gaze, a brush of hands that lasted just a moment too long, a smile that hinted at more.
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