Siri blamed the infinitesimal catch in her breath, the flutter in her chest, on the situation, and all that she had learned. And it was true, at least in part. She would have barely stopped to notice it if she hadn’t just had her world torn apart again. That was why she slid her hand down his arm, tangling her fingers with his and squeezing his hand before pulling away. “Having you here has done the same for me.” It wasn’t as though it was a confession that meant anything at all. It was just the simple truth.
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