Alice
He's scared. I can see it. He doesn't say it outright, but it's there—in the way his breathing falters, in how his gaze briefly slips away before he speaks. That's where I read his fear. And even so, I already know where he's heading.
Truth is, I was genuinely scared when he said we should end the contract. I wasn't ready. I didn't want to be. Every part of me resisted the idea, even the ones that knew I should stay calm.
I kept thinking—after what happened last night, after waking up tangled together, naked, messy, but real—why would he suddenly want that? Why would he want to cut off something that had clearly formed between us?
And then there was his smile. It wasn't forced. I could see it in his eyes—it was real. It wasn't a goodbye smile. It wasn't the smile of som
