✨Learning the Shape of Us.✨ Flora Pov Nasir was trying very hard to keep control. Flora could feel it in the way his hands stayed respectful at her waist, in the way his breathing was measured even though his eyes were anything but calm. There was a storm in him—she recognized it now—but he held it back with sheer will. She, on the other hand, was discovering something new. Confidence. It was fragile, unsteady, but it was hers. “You’re thinking too loudly,” she murmured, fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. “I’m trying not to,” he admitted. Her lips curved. “Trying not to think, or trying not to touch me?” His jaw tightened. “Both.” Flora laughed softly, and the sound seemed to undo him more than anything else. She stepped closer, testing the space between them the way

