Fallon
I should have closed the door.
I should have stepped back, said goodnight, and kept the distance we were both so good at pretending we wanted.
But then he said it.
“I care because the thought of anyone else getting that smile makes me want to break something.”
And just like that — the ground shifted.
My breath caught, my fingers tightening on the edge of the door. He stood there in the dim light of the hallway — all sharp lines and tension, his jaw tight and his eyes dark.
He looked… wrecked.
And the worst part? It was because of me.
“I—” My voice cracked. I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. “Reid…”
But I didn’t know what to say.
Because I didn’t know what this was.
The line between performance and reality had been blurring for weeks — in every glance that lingere
