Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 506

Chapter 506: Come Home

Nora’s POV

His hands were still on my arms, steadying me as I looked up into those familiar, alluring eyes. For a moment, neither of us spoke. My breath came in ragged gasps, and the only sound between us was the soft hum of the morning.

"Calvin..." I whispered, my voice breaking.

He looked down at me, his jaw tightening as his thumb brushed a tear off my cheek. "You shouldn’t be running in that dress," he murmured, his voice low but shaky. "You’ll hurt yourself."

"I thought you were gone," I said, my throat tight. "I thought you left."

"I couldn’t," he said quietly. "Not like that. Not when you were still hurting."

That did it. The tears I’d been holding back poured freely. "Why now, Calvin?" I cried softly. "Why do you come back?"

He exhaled deeply, his hand falling from my arm as he stepped closer. "Because I can’t stop loving you," he admitted, his voice trembling. "I tried to fight it. I tried to bury it. But I can’t. I’m tired of pretending I don’t care, Nora. I do. More than I should."

I shook my head, wiping my face with shaky fingers. "You don’t know what you want. You never did. One moment you push me away, the next you say you love me. You can’t keep breaking me like this."

He cupped my face suddenly, gently but firmly, forcing me to meet his eyes. "I’m not here to break you again. I’m here because I finally want to heal with you." His voice cracked. "I don’t know how to love right anymore. But I want to learn. I want you to teach me. Please."

My breath hitched. The pain in his eyes mirrored my own.

"I want to love you," he whispered. "Help me do that."

The silence was tense but not suffocating. Then, softly, he asked, "Will you come home with me?"

I blinked at him. "What?"

"Not as my mate," he clarified gently. "Not as anything you’re not ready for. Just... come with me. Let’s start again. No pressure. No pretending. Just us, getting to know each other the right way this time."

For a moment, I said nothing, just stared at him, the words sinking into me like warmth after a storm.

Then, unexpectedly, I let out a weak laugh. "You don’t want to rush?"

He smiled faintly, his thumb brushing my jaw. "No. Not this time."

A tear slipped down my cheek as I looked at him, this broken, beautiful man trying to make things right. "That’s too bad," I whispered.

His brow furrowed slightly. "Why’s that?"

I let out a trembling chuckle, my voice barely above a whisper. "Because I do."

Something flickered in his eyes, surprise, then something deeper. "Really?" he murmured.

"Maybe," I breathed, stepping closer. "You think I can handle it?"

He smirked softly, the faintest trace of that old confidence returning. "I don’t know, Nora," he said in a low voice, leaning in closer until his breath brushed my lips. "Can you?"

I didn’t get to answer because before I could speak, his lips were on mine.

The kiss was slow at first, soft, trembling, filled with every emotion we’d both tried to bury. Then it deepened, desperate and real, weeks of pain melting into that single moment.

His hands slid to my waist, mine to his chest, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the world went quiet. No heartbreak. No noise. Just us.

When we finally pulled apart, our foreheads rested together, both of us breathless.

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