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The rain had finally ceased, leaving the house wrapped in a profound quiet. The only sounds were the low hum of the refrigerator and your own occasional, stifled sniffles as you shuffled toward the kitchen, a blanket draped around your shoulders, your hair still damp from the shower. The living room lights were dim, casting long, wavering shadows across the floor. Then you froze. There, leaning against the kitchen counter, was Cole. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, his slate-grey eyes fixed on you with an intensity that pierced straight through your fog of fatigue. He didn't speak. He crossed the room in two long, silent strides, and you felt the cool back of his hand press firmly against your forehead. His jaw tightened, a flicker of raw worry in his gaze. Without a word, his arm e…