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.”

with that familiar blend of amusement and indulgence, as if my suspicions were nothing more than a joke to

catch the tip of my

do you need

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

a way that felt like a quiet command, a

relative freedom–deal?”

finding it just a

end, I had silently agreed.

a relationship survive

And yet-

never even considered, was that from the very beginning, everything between us

been built on

me touch his

yet, somehow, Nina could use it–to

bed, letting the silence stretch

freshly laundered, carrying the faint scent of soap and something subtly familiar.

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