
Some touches begin as accidental. Some glances are practice for secrets. In a neat suburban row of lawns and polite waves, Nathan and Amber are balancing the small, brittle rules everyone pretends to follow. But there's always a moment — a hand that lingers, a breath that comes too close — when the rules blur and something warmer takes over. This is that electric inch between two people who have to decide whether to step back or step forward.
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