The Forbidden Throb (Emma and Daniel) novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33

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The question hong in the air like a held breath

My fingers curled into the fabric of my sweater, nails digging into my palms beneath the wook

“We should have planned this. *

I glanced at Daniel, expecting to see the same panic that was coursing through my veins.

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But he looked utterly composed–calm, even. As if Grandma had asked him about the weather rather than the fondation

fabricated relationship.

Daniel didn’t rush to answer. He set down his teacup with careful precision, the fine china making the softest dink and

Then he turned to Grandma, and something in his expression shifted. Softened.

“The truth is,” he began, his voice quiet but clear, “I noticed Emma a long time ago.”

My breath caught.

“It actually goes back much further than you might think,” Daniel continued, his gaze shifting briefly to me before returning to Grandma “Many years ago, I came to Portland to relax. One evening, I decided to walk along the waterfront to clear my head.”

“I met a girl on the beach,” he said quietly. “She was sitting near the old pier, sketching something in a notebook. When she saw alone, she came over and started talking to me–just casual conversation at first. But then she noticed it was my birthday

My fingers went cold against the teacup.

“She insisted on celebrating,” Daniel’s voice had taken on something softer, almost tender. “Pulled out this slightly crushed cupcake the d been saving from some bakery in town, stuck a piece of driftwood in it like a candle.”

“She sang ‘Happy Birthday‘ completely off–key.”

He paused, and something flickered across his face–a vulnerability I hadn’t seen before.

“But it was the first birthday I’d ever actually celebrated,‘ Daniel said quietly. “The first time someone had sung to me, made me feel the day mattered.

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