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Never emotionally.

If anything, Alessio seems more determined than ever.

He's just patient now.

Understanding.

Giving me room to breathe.

Sort of.

Because he's still sleeping over every night.

Still calling me Rusty or Sweetheart in that sexy, rough voice of his.

Still bringing me coffee in bed.

Still touching me every chance he gets.

Still looking at me like maybe he’s crazy in love like never before.

The intensity hasn't changed.

Not one bit.

And honestly?

That scares me a little.

Not because of him.

Because of me.

Because what if this is all in my head?

What if he's caught up in the excitement of finding each other again?

What if eventually—no.

Stop.

I force those thoughts back before Negative Nancy can strike again.

I groan and toss my script onto the coffee table.

Less is at work.

The condo is strangely quiet without him.

Too quiet.

I miss him.

Which is ridiculous.

The man left for work four hours ago.

Four.