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She bites her lip, a nervous habit I remember all too well. Then, with a deep breath, she says, “I had a crush on you. Back in college.”

Her eyes meet mine, holding a glint of vulnerability. “Remember that party? Senior year? I always wished… we’d actually kissed that night.”

My heart stutters in my chest, tripping over itself like it’s forgotten how to keep a steady rhythm. The memory of that night floods back — a chaotic mix of laughter, dim lights, and the heat of bodies moving to the music. How her lips were inches from mine before I panicked and pulled away.

“Really?” It’s all I can manage, my brain short-circuiting at the revelation.

“Really,” she confirms softly, her gaze not wavering.

I’m floored. That night is etched into my memory, a “what if” that haunted me through countless board meetings and sleepless nights. Is it possible she still likes me? After all this time?

“Oliver?” she probes gently, looking for a sign, any indication of what’s going through my mind.

I search her face, the familiar lines and the new ones that tell stories of years spent apart. There’s a determination there, the same one that must’ve carried her through law school and into the courtroom. And yet, there’s a softness, an openness that wasn’t there before — or maybe I just didn’t notice it, too caught up in my own world of deadlines and deals.

“God, Nora, I—” My voice falters as the magnitude of what she’s just shared sinks in. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you remember it,” she urges quietly. “That night, us almost kissing… Tell me it crossed your mind, even once, after that.”

“Of course, I remember.” I step closer, closing the gap between us. “How could I forget?” I confess, my voice barely above a murmur. “You were — and clearly still are — unforgettable.”

“Oliver,” she whispers, stepping into me, her hand finding its way to my chest, resting over my racing heart. “Tell me, do you?—”

“Yes,” I say, cutting her off. Because if I don’t say it now, I might never get the chance again. “Yes, I’ve thought about it. More times than I can count. You’ve been this… this force in my life, Nora. Even when you weren’t there.”

“Even when I wasn’t there,” she echoes, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Especially then,” I admit, and the space between us disappears completely as we come together, bound by confessions eight years in the making.

We kiss, and it’s like coming home after being lost for far too long. It’s tender yet passionate, a confluence of all the moments we missed out on, all the touches we never shared. Our bodies move together, a dance that’s both new and achingly familiar. There’s no going back now, no untangling of our lives. We are here, on this rooftop, making up for lost time.

As we come apart just enough to catch our breath, I can’t believe my luck, can’t believe who I’m with — the woman who always had the blueprint for my soul.

“Stay with me,” I murmur against her lips, and she nods, her eyes reflecting the same desire that’s consuming me.

“Yes,” she promises, and as we come together once more, it’s like the years apart just drop away.

We are no longer two separate entities. Now, we are a single force, intertwined by passion and sealed by the promise of tomorrow.

CHAPTER 16

NORA

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the expanse of Oliver’s penthouse bedroom. My eyelids flutter open, and for a moment, I let the softness of the Egyptian cotton sheets cocoon me. It’s been a few weeks since that night on the roof, and every morning in this place feels like waking up inside a dream — a very luxurious, very grown-up dream.

“Morning,” I murmur, turning my head to see Oliver propped up on one elbow beside me, his tousled hair catching the light in a way that makes my heart do a silly little somersault.

“Good morning.” He grins, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. His lips are warm, and I smile as the familiarity of his touch wraps around me like a blanket.

“Did you sleep well?” I ask, stretching languidly under the sheets.

“Better than ever,” he replies, his voice still rough with sleep. “You?”

“Like a log,” I admit. “Though, I’m pretty sure it’s your fault for wearing me out.”

Oliver chuckles, the sound deep and infectious. “Guilty as charged.” He leans in for another kiss, this one landing on the corner of my mouth. The tenderness of it sparks a warmth that spreads across my cheeks.

“Careful,” I tease, “or we’ll never make it to work on time.”

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