RUBY JUNE.
Charles stood up and offered his hand to help me out of bed. His movements were careful and so gentle. I raised an eyebrow at the gesture but accepted his hand nonetheless. The warmth of his touch sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. He wasn’t the Charles I knew—rough and guarded. This Charles was... softer.
“You don’t need to act like I’m made of glass,” I said, trying to hide how his tenderness was affecting me. “I can walk just fine.”
He grinned, not letting go of my hand as we stepped toward the door. “Maybe. But it doesn’t mean I can’t be a gentleman.”
I scoffed lightly. “Since when were you a gentleman?”
He shrugged, leading me out into the hallway. “I can be anything I need to be when it comes to you.”
His words lingered in the air between us, and I found myself str……
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