Leah

I had told myself several times that I would pretend like I didn't care when he came back. I would act indifferent, like I hadn't spent every day since he left waiting. When he came back, I had waited behind the door for him, watched the door knob turn but he didn't come in. I ended up opening it myself.

I regret it now.

My cheeks burned from shame. What if he thought I was desperate?

I stole a glance at him where he sat on the sofa, still, while Storm cleaned his back. He hadn't made ...