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I didn’t expect breakfast to feel like a battlefield.
But there we were — sitting across from each other at the kitchen table, the early sunlight illuminating lines in his jaw that hadn’t been there before. My heart kept reminding itself that this was just morning coffee, just a simple habit.
Except nothing about him had been simple since the night before.
If you haven’t read how it all began, start at Chapter 1
Then see how a quiet morning turned tense in Chapter 2.
The Morning After
I kept my eyes on my cup, stirring too slow, too deliberately — anything to avoid meeting his gaze.
“You’re quiet,” he said, not looking at me.
I ignored the accusation bruised with curiosity.
“Cold,” I said.
“Coffee’s hot.”
No answer.
That was our new normal: shorter sentences, longer silences.
But beneath every pause was something unspoken.
Something dangerous.
Crossing Paths in the Hallway
Later that afternoon I found myself walking down the hallway — and collided with him again.
Not just an accidental brush.
We stopped at eye level. Close enough that I could feel his breath on my skin.
“Are we going to pretend this is fine?” I asked.
His gaze didn’t flicker away this time.
“It’s not fine,” he said.
Just like that — direct, honest.
My heart thudded.
Then he reached out — not to touch me, but to steady himself against the wall.
Both of us breathing a little too fast.
For a moment, it felt like the world narrowed until there was only him and me.
And then —
Footsteps echoed down the hall.
We both stepped back instantly.
Like we were afraid to be caught — not by others, but by the truth.
A Moment Too Close
Later, I saw him in the living room, looking out the window.
I didn’t mean to — but I watched.
He wasn’t angry.
He wasn’t tense.
He just looked… conflicted.
Some part of him seemed exhausted.
I stepped closer without thinking.
“We can’t keep doing this,” I said.
He didn’t turn.
“I know,” he whispered.
His voice was low — heavier than usual.
“And yet…”
He didn’t finish.
Because there was no finish.
Not with us.
Not yet.
The First Contact
Later that night, unable to sleep, I grabbed a glass of water and walked downstairs again.
The living room was empty.
But the hall light was on.
I walked toward it.
That’s when I heard the quiet thud of a book dropping.
He turned around.
His face was softer than I expected.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked quietly.
I shook my head.
He gestured toward the couch.
“Sit.”
I sat.
He stood across from me — not too close, not too far.
His expression was unguarded.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
He closed his eyes for a second.
“Because I was restless.”
There was honesty in his voice I hadn’t heard before.
I thought about leaving. About walking back upstairs and pretending nothing was happening.
Instead, I whispered:
“I’m here because I can’t sleep either.”
His eyes opened.
And in that moment — we existed in the same space without pretending, without restraint.
The air between us felt electric…
But not in the way it had before.
This was different.
Quieter.
More intimate.
More dangerous.
The Line We Finally Cross
He stepped closer — slowly — like he was giving me a chance to step back if I wanted to.
I didn’t.
His hand lifted — inches from my cheek.
And then — it brushed my face.
Not hard.
Not rushed.
Just gentle.
A whisper of a touch that made my whole body tighten.
He looked at me for a long moment.
And then —
His lips were there.
Just for a second.
Soft.
Almost hesitant.
But real.
And everything in me froze.
We had crossed the line.
Not broken it.
Not shattered it.
But just touched it.
And once you touch something forbidden…
There’s no going back.
👉 Next: Chapter 4 – The Confession (coming next)
📖 Continue Reading the Series:
➡️ Chapter 1 – The Night Everything Changed
➡️ Chapter 2 – The Walls Have Ears
➡️ Chapter 3 – The Line We Finally Crossed
➡️ Chapter 4 – The Confession (to be written)