I didn’t know how long we stood there. A minute, maybe two. It felt longer. The kind of silence that stretched and wrapped around the moment, pulling everything painfully tight.
Taylor’s eyes weren’t on me anymore, he stared down at his shoes like they suddenly held every answer he was looking for.
The hurt in his expression made my chest ache.
He tried to hide it, tried to school his face into something calm and neutral, but he wasn’t fast enough. I saw the flash of something raw, something bruised, before he looked away. And once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it.
His shoulders rose and fell with a slow breath. Then another.
I thought maybe he was going to walk away. Part of me almost hoped he would, because standing here under the weight of everything unsaid felt suffocating. But he d
