NOLA
I stay frozen long after his lips leave mine.
Not because I don’t know how to move but because my body doesn’t seem to agree with my mind anymore.
My mouth still tingles. My chest feels tight, like something has been pulled too suddenly. I stare at him, at the faint flicker in his eyes that looks dangerously close to regret, and my heart does something stupid and hopeful at the same time.
He kissed me.
Rhett kissed me.
The man who avoids questions. The man who builds walls with silence. The man who looks at me like he’s constantly fighting himself.
I swallow. “Why did you do that?”
The words come out softer than I intend, not accusing, just… confused.
His jaw tightens. He looks away for half a second, then back at me, expression already closing off. “You were talking too much
