It had been almost two weeks of this strange dance: Jasmine and Theo, always under the same roof, but keeping careful distance like two magnets forced apart.
They would cross paths in the hall; Theo’s gaze would flicker toward her, but his lips stayed shut.
Jasmine would steal a look at his broad chest, the curve of his arms when he reached for a mug but she forced herself to look away.
Daniel, completely unaware, filled the silence with his laughter, his stories, and weekend plans that never included what Jasmine or Theo really wanted to say.
But sometimes, silence is louder than words.
And sometimes, the body remembers what the heart tries to forget.
It started like any other lazy Saturday.
The three of them had been lounging around the living room, the TV humming in the backgroun
