Chapter 11

I hesitated for a moment, fingers hovering over the keyboard before finally typing my reply.

“He’s nothing.”

A petty response, perhaps. But at that moment, it felt fitting.

Because if I were being honest–truly, painfully honest–Pax had been good to me in almost every way.

Attentive, thoughtful, the kind of person who remembered the little things.

Except for one.

He never let me look at his phone.

“The password is your birthday. The pinned post on my Instagram is a picture of you.”

that familiar blend of amusement and indulgence, as if my suspicions

of my nose,

do you need

find the words to argue, before I could push further, he would lean in–his lips

a way that felt like a

relative

the way he phrased it, finding it

in the end, I had silently agreed.

a relationship

And yet-

hadn’t realized, what I had never even considered, was that

on

let me

could use it–to

into the bed, letting

faint scent of soap

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