Music Recommendation: White Ferrari - Frank Ocean.
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Tim closed the distance between them, and stood behind her. His hands ached to touch her. To feel her soft skin but he couldn't.
"If you stay," he said, low and rough, "I won't ask you to belong to me again… but I'll spend every day proving you always did."
Aurora's breath hitched, her eyes widened at the weight of his words. She felt them settle in her chest like the truth, and they terrified her.
Before she could think, she stepped away, her pulse racing, and reached for the door. Tim moved faster. He closed the distance in two strides, pressing his palm flat against the door, sealing her in.
Trapped between him and the door, Aurora's breath tangled in her throat. Tim's presence towered over her, heat and shadow all at once. He braced both hands above her, caging her in without touching her — but it felt as though he already had.
