Page 114 of Jase

Close enough that I can see every shift in her expression.

Every breath.

Every—

Yeah.

This is a problem.

“We should wait,” I say.

“For what?” she asks.

“Until they’re further out.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

I know.

Of course I know.

Mila

He knows.

I know he knows.

And yet—

Neither of us moves.

“You said we stay together,” I say softly.

“I did.”

“This counts.”

His eyes darken.

Just slightly.

Enough.

“It does,” he agrees.

Quiet.

Too quiet.

My hand lifts—

Not planned.

Not calculated.

Just—

There.