Callie
The kitchen felt too big for just the two of us or maybe it was just that he was standing so still, leaning against the counter like he belonged there.
The faint hum of the refrigerator was the only sound between us.
His eyes lifted to meet mine and just like that, a whole day of distance, the cold avoidance, the deliberate sidestepping, snapped
I had told myself I wasn’t going to start this but standing here in the middle of the night, barefoot, wearing an oversized pajama top and nothing else but shorts he couldn’t see under the hem, I forgot that decision.
“What’s your problem?”
I didn’t mean for it to come out abruptly, like I’d been rehearsing it all day.
He didn’t flinch. His gaze stayed locked on me, unreadable. “I don’t have one.”
I laughed once, short and humorless.
