Chapter 3

By the time Pax returned, the night was deep, and 1 had long since gone to bed.

He moved carefully, leaning down to press a featherlight kiss to my forehead.

For a long moment, he said nothing.

Then, in a voice so low I almost thought I imagined it, he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

The words barely reached my ears, but they lingered, unsettling something in my chest.

He washed up quickly, the quiet rustling of water and fabric filling the tiny room. Then, with the same cautiousness, he slipped into bed beside me.

Our bed was cheap and rickety–just shifting slightly made the frame creak. I turned onto my side, careful not to

wake him.

Moonlight spilled in through the window, casting pale shadows across the walls.

I glanced up.

Pax was already asleep. His face was calm, his features relaxed in a way they never were when he was awake.

my fingers

unlocked without

Nina was back.

the reason he had rushed out

group chat, his friends were already having

back earlier than expected. Let’s see how Pax

back to

Damn, don’t tell

reply was

“Fuck off.”

from Nina herself:

someone

had read it

of Love, Seven

Chapter 3

he didn’t reply.

Two years.

it had been that

For over se

nights, Pax and I had shared this tiny,

penny, with nothing to rely on but

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