“This doesn’t feel like starting over,” she said, voice low.
Caleb traced her jaw with his thumb, slow and reverent. “That’s because we never really ended.”
Eva’s breath hitched.
“I broke things,” she whispered.
“Then let’s build something better,” he murmured. “No pretending. No perfect. Just real.”
She didn’t answer.
But when she leaned in and kissed him—slow, open, certain—it was the closest thing to a yes either of them had ever given.