chapter 21
Sitting on the couch with Morgan felt natural now, like something I’d grown to appreciate more than I could have imagined. Over the past few months, we’d gotten close—closer than I ever expected. He had this way of just showing up with bags of fresh fruit, making sure I was taking care of myself, reminding me to rest, eat, and stay healthy. He didn’t hover or overwhelm me, but his presence had become something I looked forward to. Today, like most days, we were sitting side by side, watching a movie at my place. I couldn’t even focus on the screen, though. My mind was racing with thoughts I’d been avoiding for too long. Morgan glanced at me a few times, noticing my silence, but he didn’t push me to talk. That’s one of the things I liked about him—he never pressured me to open up, but I a
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