Chapter 42-Sadie
The week didn’t slow down. If anything, it moved faster. Work, dinner, small moments that didn’t mean anything—and somehow meant everything at the same time. Rhett didn’t push again like he had that night in the kitchen, but he didn’t pull away either. If anything, he got closer in quieter ways. A look that lasted a second longer. A hand brushing mine when it didn’t need to. Texts that stayed light, but never really felt that way underneath. By Friday, I was thinking about him more than I wanted to admit. “You’re staring again.” “I’m not.” “You are.” I didn’t argue this time. My phone buzzed in my hand before I could say anything else. You busy tonight? My stomach flipped, just enough to notice. Depends. The reply came quick. Come out with me. Simple. No buildup. No overthinking
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