Everything felt too quiet when we got to his place. Not the kind of quiet I was used to. Not the kind that felt normal. This was different, like my body hadn’t caught up yet, like it was still waiting for something to happen, something to go wrong, even though we were already inside and the door was shut behind us. Rhett didn’t rush anything. He moved through the space steady and controlled, like nothing outside had followed us here. Lights on. A glance toward the window. Checking without making it obvious. I noticed anyway. Of course I did. “You can sit.” I didn’t move right away. Just stood there, my arms wrapped around myself without thinking, everything still too tight, too close, too much. “You’re alright.” I swallowed. “Yeah.” It came out softer this time, not as automatic, no

