“It hasn’t been just sex in a long time, Solène.” His words hung there, heavy like the Miami air. “Where are we going with this, Hayes?” “Where do you want to go with this?” “Where do you want to go with this?” “I want to go all the way.” In that moment he sounded so sure of himself, despite his tears. So certain of the possibility of us. I was still. Quiet. “You afraid?” he asked. I nodded. “So am I. But I’m all right with that. If I get hurt, I get hurt. It happens, right? Someone always gets hurt. But I don’t want to miss out on us because I was afraid.”
