Chapter 15 Maybe One Day

Rae

I unwrap the cloth from the bread and hold it out to him. Cian stares at it. The steam curls up between us, the crust still warm. His eyes stay on the bread like he does not quite trust it. “Would you eat, please?” I ask softly. His gaze lifts to mine. Then he reaches for it. His fingers bru...

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