The moment he backs away, the air returns to my lungs.
I go about serving our dinner by placing everything on the counter. Cayden returns with two bowls and some silverware. “It’s a nice night. Do you want to sit outside?”
Looking up at him through my lashes, I nod. “I would love that.”
We work in silence, piling our dishes full. Either we are both clearly hungry, or it’s our safety net in case things get awkward. So we can stuff ourselves full of enchilada instead of conversation. I follow Cayden and Empire as they walk out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
I look over my shoulder, wondering why we wouldn’t sit out on the porch, but don’t say anything.
When we enter his bedroom, memories of clinging to one another assault me, and a longing hits hard. I wonder if he remembers the way
