Elsa
Adam and I spent the morning in bed, tangled in an uncomfortable silence. He kept trying to initiate something more, but I held back, refusing to give in. I had made up my mind that I would only let him in when I truly wanted it, not just to satisfy him. It felt like a small price for him to pay for not claiming me, for leaving me in this limbo. I wasn’t going to be used like this anymore. I meant what I said—I wasn’t going to be so nice.
"Are you alright, Elsa?" Adam finally asked, sounding frustrated, like he couldn’t understand why I was pulling away.
"Peachy," I responded with a flat smile, my tone sharp. He turned me over to face him, searching my eyes as if he could fix this with words.
"I just need time," he said, his voice softer. "You wouldn’t understand how hard it’s bee
