The space around Violet adjusted as soon as she shifted her hand a few inches closer to his. Their fingers didn’t meet, but the narrow distance carried its own meaning. The energy between them took on a new weight, steady and warm, like the room had decided to breathe at the same depth they did.

Bryan noticed the movement immediately. His shoulders relaxed with a slow exhale, not out of relief but in recognition of the direction forming. Every sense in him sharpened even though his expression stayed composed.

“You settled again,” he murmured.

She let her hand rest exactly where she placed it. “I’m comfortable.”

“That’s clear.”

“I can...