CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

Arc

Arc's hands shook as he devoured his food, desperate to distract himself from Penelope's piercing gaze. Did she sense the turmoil brewing within him? Could she hear his heart racing like a wild animal, driven by the sweet strawberry scent wafting from Chelsea's direction?

Could she also feel the fear and excitement that filled him all at once? Penelope's knowing smile seemed to hold a secret, as if she saw the vulnerability Arc desperately concealed.

The kitchen, once a cold space, now radiated warmth and connection.

Chelsea's innocent question, "How was work today?" hung in the air. Arc nodded curtly, avoiding eye contact, haunted by the memory of Chelsea's kiss on his cheek. The gentle stretch of Chelsea's arms, the warmth in his eyes, had made Arc feel seen, welcomed home.

The flutter in his chest intensified as Chelsea's hand brushed against his.

Fear and excitement wrestled within him, threatening to expose his deepest emotions.

Chelsea's gesture, stretching up to reach Arc'