The bedroom door opened quietly. Harry walked in carrying a mug of warm milk.
"Drink this. It'll help you sleep."
I set the mug on the nightstand without taking a sip.
He sat down on the edge of the bed. For a long time, neither of us spoke.
Finally, he broke the silence. "Nia... I was wrong. I never should've arranged any of that behind your back. And I definitely shouldn't have tried to push you into something you didn't want."
I looked at him, waiting.
"I've spent the last few days thinking." His voice was low. "I was selfish. I only cared about chasing something exciting. I never stopped to think about how you felt. If you really can't accept any of it... We'll go back to the way things were. I promise I'll never bring it up again."
"Go back?" I asked softly. "Can we?"
Harry sl
