Maddox’s eyes opened slowly, heavy with sleep, but his gaze sharpened the moment he found me so close. I didn’t move. Neither did he. The air between us was dense, charged with electricity. My lips were slightly parted, my breath held, while his was deep, as if he were battling something within himself. For a moment, I thought he was going to do something. That he would close the distance, that his hand would move to my waist, that he would give in to what was written in his gaze. But Maddox always knew how to control the fire. He squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a rough sigh before rolling onto his back, moving just far enough for the cold to replace his warmth. "Sleep, Amalia," he murmured in a husky voice, almost a whisper. I felt a wave of frustration crash through my chest. It wasn’t the first time he had done this. He would get close, touch me without touching me, look at me as if he were doomed… and then he would pull away, as if afraid of what might h
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