Christian.
The soft glow of her apartment lights spilled through the windows, pulling me like a moth to a flame. I knocked on the door, my heart racing for reasons I couldn’t—or wouldn’t—fully admit. When she opened it, the sight of her in that red dress nearly knocked the breath out of me. She looked stunning, her hair tied back in a high ponytail with her signature ribbon, matching the dress perfectly.
"Christian, please come in," she said, her tone warm but tinged with urgency.
As soon as I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, her arms wrapped around me from behind, her front pressed firmly against my back. I froze. Her warmth seeped through my shirt, and I could feel her slight trembling, her vulnerability wrapping around me just as tightly as her arms.
"I'm sorry, Christ
