The sheets were soft, the room quiet, but my thoughts kept circling back to his mouth on mine. The way his hands had held my waist, like he needed to feel something real.

That kiss.

Our third kiss wasn’t about heat or curiosity anymore. It was desire, raw and undeniable and neither of us was brave enough to ask out loud.

And every time, we acted like nothing happened.

No conversation. No closure. Just silence.

I stood by the window now, wrapped in one of Sophia’s oversized sweaters. I ...