It feels strange to share this moment with someone. A moment where we’re both so vulnerable, sharing things that we don’t share with anyone else. Especially since we’ve only known one another for a short period. I wonder if she feels what I feel. I wonder if she’s running from her feelings of losing her fiancé and using me as shelter from them. It’s a thought that makes my stomach turn.

“Hey, what are you thinking?” She places her hands on either side of my ...