Reid
The avoidance game had gone on long enough.
Seven days.
Seven long days of passing each other like strangers. Of empty spaces where her presence used to be. Of waiting—waiting—for her to finally come to me.
I hadn’t meant to give her space. Hadn’t intended to let this stretch for a week.
But the longer she avoided me, the more stubborn I got.
And now?
I was done waiting.
I’d played patient. Now it was her turn to squirm.
I heard her before I saw her—hesitant footsteps in the hall, the soft click of the door handle as she finally stepped into my office.
For a moment, she didn’t say anything. I could feel her standing there, lingering in the doorway like she was debating whether or not she should’ve come at all.
Too late, sweetheart. You walked in. That means I win.
I didn’t
