The impact knocked Anthony off balance for a moment. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her steady.
“Lottie…”
He looked down, taking in the sight of Charlotte clinging to his shoulder, her eyes glazed, her breathing heavy. His lips pressed into a firm line.
She was having another episode, but this time it felt different.
Charlotte’s breath came in short, uneven bursts. She was gripping him tightly, her body trembling.
“What happened? What scared you like this?”
Anthony froze, then carefully ran his hand through her hair. His voice dropped to a gentle whisper. “Don’t be scared. I’m right here.”
Her eyes were pink at the corners, tears glimmering as she looked up at him. She seemed so small, so lost, like the world had left her behind.
Anthony’s brows drew together. He brushed away a tear with his thumb, his tone soft and aching. “Let me take you back to bed, alright?”
He scooped her up carefully.
Charlotte’s arms never let go of his neck. She pressed her forehead to his skin, holding onto him like he was the only solid thing in the world.
He could feel the warmth of her touch, the soft hum of her breath. A tingling heat spread in his chest.
Anthony’s breath caught. He swallowed, feeling his throat go dry, and hurried back to her room.
He nudged the door open and tried to lay her down.
But Charlotte only clung tighter, one hand locked around his, the other wrapped stubbornly around him.
He propped himself up on the bed with one hand, hovering over her, keeping her safe.
“Lottie, let go.”
He knew better than to wake someone in her state, so he gently patted her back, his words barely above a whisper.
Still, the closeness made his heart pound. He could smell her faint, fresh scent, see her pale cheeks, her delicate nose, the soft pink of her lips…


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