“You in my hoodie? Yeah, it just might be.” “You know that’s not what I mean.” “Then what do you mean, chaos? What’s dangerous?” This. You. The way you touch me, and I forget how to breathe. You look at me, and it feels like the world disappears. The way this house has started to feel like a home—like the safest thing I’ve ever known. The way I’m starting to want to stay, when all I’ve ever done is run. But I didn’t say any of that. I couldn’t. It was too much, too soon. And it definitely didn’t belong in a space between a single dad and his nanny. So instead, I just sat there—heart and hands
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