In the days that followed, her gratitude was everywhere.
It was in the way she looked at him—with something softer now, something deeper. When he brought her coffee in the morning, her eyes would follow him around the room, tracking his movements, drinking him in. When he touched her, even casually, she would lean into it, seeking more contact, more warmth, more proof that he was real and present and hers.
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