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Chapter 3 FIRST TOUCH [PREMIUM]

Word Count: 955    |    Released on: 13/02/2026

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he weather came

leaves. The next, the sky shifted clouds gathering thick and heavy, swallowing the warmth in slow

noticed

n," she said softl

first drop struck the pavement betw

, the sky open

ending people scattering toward trees and gazebos. Laughter turned to s

ella sto

ass windows, safe within marble walls. Rain had b

n it felt

a

po

through her blouse, cool against her skin. For a fle

cted witho

ere," h

g it above her head in a futile attempt to shield her. The f

nched," she pro

ed his lips. "I'm

- low, almost restrained, like

standing c

cl

n his face. Close enough to see the tiny scar near his jaw she had never noticed before. Close en

ond them blur

lt as though they stood

slightly on the

t her withou

instinctive, unshaken - pulling her

, neither of

ds remain

tact wa

accid

out it felt anyt

em - subtle, electric, undeniable

cert

cognized one another long bef

breath gr

familiarity, that impossible awareness th

ainst their skin but unable to extinguish th

y before he became aware o

id not p

n't wa

hough his voice had lost some of its steadiness. "Your

?" she ask

omeone

bitterness

accep

g of lines drawn lon

sleeves and calloused hands. He knew w

the distance betwee

mething inside her r

rstand hierarchy. Reputatio

ew the

rain, those rules fe

iably real - was the wa

ay her heart responded t

er gaze to meet him, "those boundar

oss the sky, illuminating the

r face carefully,

re

nstinct t

ound

mething steadier -

hoi

Isabella tightened h

it was no

n acc

inten

cked louder

el felt an odd chill run through him. A strange awareness of

e, something ins

mber

why the thoug

it

, plastering fabric to skin, tracing cold paths

een them had a

longer a

r a coin

omething

ng inev

from Isabella's face. The gesture was gentle - reverent, almost

o the touch wi

rtbeat, the storm seeme

n-soaked moment would one day become a memory

new how little ti

first touch is not jus

he beginning of s

m - beyond thunder and trembl

ie

lent

tc

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