The atmosphere in the small apartment remained tense, despite the cool rain outside. Jonathan seemed to realize he had pushed too far. He saw the way her lip trembled, the way her eyes searched his for a lie she couldn't find. He sighed in frustration and ran a hand through his damp hair.
"I’m going to go make some coffee," he muttered, "You can take the bed. I'll stay on the couch until the rain stops."
He turned to walk away, the muscles in his back tensing as he tried to put distance between them. He was giving her space; the very thing a "gentleman" was supposed to do.
But Lucy didn't want space. For years, space was all she had known. Adrian had given her miles of space, cold and empty, until she felt like she was drifting away.
"Jonathan, wait."
Her voice was barely a whisper,
