ASHLEY
When Beckett said I scared the s**t out of him, I didn't know how to respond.
Because same.
Because me too.
Because if I opened my mouth, I think it would come out as something stupid. Or worse—true. Like I’m scared too. Like I don’t know how to stop wanting you. Like I’m terrified you’ll love me the way I ruin things.
But I don’t say any of that.
And I think— I think that’s the worst mistake a person in love can make. To stay quiet. To pretend silence is safer than truth. To think swallowing the feeling is some kind of sacrifice, when really, it’s just fear in a prettier dress.
I can’t lose Beckett twice.
That—I think I’m sure of now.
So here I am. Walking through the corridors of their stinky-ass practice facility like a goddamn groupie with boundary issues.
Why does it
