Ella:
He didn't question me.
Didn’t ask anything from me.
Just came and sat with me like he had every right to.
And maybe he did.
I sat there in his living room in my hoodie, almost bare legs, my heart somewhere up in my throat. There were no more words. No more defenses. No walls left to hide behind.
I was exhausted.
From crying. From Colt. From Beckett. From the secrets buried under my skin.
But not from Raiden.
Never from him.
He came toward me slowly, like a predator in no rush—one that knew the prey wasn’t going to run. Because I wasn’t.
I couldn’t.
My body lit up before he even touched me. It always did with him.
He even asked if I wanted this, like he already know. My eyes told him. My breathing. The way I swayed slightly toward him, even when I tried to stay still.
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