“For the next year, let’s make sure to stay out of each other’s way. Understood?” I try to swallow. Fail the first time, do a great job the second. “And they say romance is dead,” I say, pleased not to sound as dry throated as I feel. He hesitates for a moment, and I could swear he inhales again, deep, storing up…something. His hand tightens on my back for a second before finally letting go.
Ok ngl I'm enjoying the fuck outta this so far
