Chapter 8 - A Line CrossedRamón reached across the desk, his rough, warm hand gently covering hers.
“I saw you, Teresa,” he said softly. “And I see you now.”
Teresa looked up, her heart racing in a way it hadn't in years. The quiet connection that had been brewing between them since that freezing night on Route 9 suddenly filled the room.
Ramón stood up, leaning over the desk slightly. Teresa stood as well, her breath hitching as he closed the distance between them.
He reached out, his thumb gently wiping a stray hair from her forehead. “I thought I’d never open my heart again after losing my wife,” he whispered. “I thought my life was just surviving.”
“And now?” she breathed.
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“Now I want to live,” he said softly.
He leaned in and kissed her—a deep, gentle, slow kiss that tasted like coffee and warmth. Teresa wrapped her arms around his shoulders, melting into his touch, feeling safe for the first time in years.
