I played with my fingers as I gazed out the window. The bus ride was quiet, almost still.
Except for the two men sitting across from me. They were bickering about which car I should ride in, so I decided to take the bus.
I didn't want to choose one over the other. It felt strange, almost foreign, having two men care this much. It felt like I was in a dream—one that I didn't want to wake up from.
I took a glance at them, but their eyes were already on me. Stefan's legs were crossed, his expression calm and unreadable. Zae's lips held a small, teasing smile as he tapped a hand against his leg. They were different in their own ways, each demanding my attention without saying a word.
I turned my gaze back out the window, trying to calm my racing heart. I closed my eyes and clutched my bag
