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“Will you stay until I fall asleep?” she asked suddenly. It wasn’t a plea, more a test of the evening’s temperature.

They moved to the couch. He sat and she curled into him. The television was on, a soft documentary murmuring about constellations; they let the narrator’s voice become a third presence in the room. Angelica felt the steady rise and fall of his breath against her hair, a tide she could trust.

She considered that, then shrugged. “Sometimes room is the whole point.” good night kiss angelica exclusive

He nodded, watching her as if he had all the time in the world and planned to spend it cataloging the little peculiarities of her face. “Let me see?”

Lucas cocked his head. “I’ll stay,” he said. “Will you stay until I fall asleep

There was a pause that felt like the frame of a photograph. She stepped closer, closer than she usually allowed anyone — closer enough that she could see the tiny nick on his left eyebrow from a bike chain, the laugh-lines near his mouth that deepened when he smiled. He smelled like cinnamon and rain.

They moved inside the small orbit of her apartment, where the plants leased the air with chlorophyll impatience and the books leaned like old friends trying to overhear a secret. He set the bag on the table and pulled out two wrapped pastries, one dusted with sugar like fresh snow, the other a brittle crescent. He sat and she curled into him

She handed him the page. He held it sideways, squinted at the shaded curve of a shoulder, the stubborn erasure where she’d changed her mind. Angelica had always been better at starting things than finishing them; she lived in drafts. Lucas traced the graphite with a fingertip as if reading braille, then looked up.

“You always leave room,” he said. “For whatever comes next.”