Sheila’s POV
The rain finally stopped sometime after midnight. I didn’t even notice when it did I’d been lying awake, staring at the ceiling, my mind running in circles that never led anywhere.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. Brendan was standing out there in the rain, water sliding down his jaw, eyes fixed on me like I was the only thing keeping him from breaking apart. I should’ve slammed the door on him. I should’ve said no.
But I didn’t.
Now my sheets are twisted around my legs, damp with the leftover humidity, and the smell of wet air clings to the room. My phone is still on the nightstand, his last message glowing faintly on the screen. You’re shaking.
I sit up slowly. My chest feels tight, my throat dry. I drag a hand through my hair and try to breathe, but all I can th
