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.”

still hear his voice, laced with that familiar blend of amusement and indulgence, as if

catch the tip of my nose, giving it

you need to trust me?”

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

a quiet command, a distraction

relative freedom–deal?”

it, finding it just a little too poetic, a little too calculated.

end, I had silently agreed.

a relationship survive without trust?

And yet-

realized, what I had never even considered, was that from the very beginning, everything between

on a lie.

let me touch

could use

deeper into the bed, letting the

the faint scent

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