Chapter 43 This Part—i Love it

• "Don't overthink it. Just breathe in small, steady sips." Miles’s chest rumbled with suppressed heartache as he murmured low, soothing instructions. His hands moved with infinite care, brushing back strands of hair from Nora’s face, tracing her temple and cheek in a desperate bid to anchor her back to reality.
• Nora’s senses were flooded entirely by his heat. Her cheek rested flat against the relaxed, pliant muscle of his chest, radiating a fierce, unwavering temperature that somehow chased away the phantom chill. Under his steady, patient rhythm, her rigid spine finally uncoiled. The full-body tremors receded, and she began to level out.
• They remained locked in an unmoving embrace right there on the busy restaurant patio, traffic surging past them unnoticed.