Chapter 4: The Almost Touch
They stepped out into the rain together.
Neither had asked.
Neither had planned it.
It just… happened.
A car splashed water too close, and instinctively—
He pulled her slightly toward him.
Her hand brushed against his chest.
For a second—
Neither moved.
The world narrowed.
Rain. Breath. Proximity.
"That was unnecessary," she said softly… but didn't step back.
"Was it?" he replied, equally quiet.
Their eyes held.
And then—
His hand almost lingered at her wrist.
Not holding.
Not claiming.
Just… aware.
Mira swallowed.
"You do this often?" she asked, voice barely steady.
"Do what?"
"Make things feel like they mean more than they should."
A pause.
Then—
"Maybe they do mean more."
The rain kept falling.
But neither of them noticed anymore.