Three months had passed. That night, you were asleep, soft breaths, peaceful. Elio stayed awake, just watching you in the dark. He wanted to hold you, but scared you didn’t want him the way he secretly wanted you. So instead, he did something small. He turned the aircond lower, just enough to make the room cold. A few minutes later, you moved closer in your sleep, reaching for warmth. He opened his arms. For the first time, you curled into him. Gently, he held you, fingers brushing your hair.
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