Chapter Forty-Nine: Yours or Nah?
Lyric The sunlight creeping in through Zay’s blinds should’ve felt warm. Soft. But all it did was highlight everything I didn’t want to face. His arm was still around my waist, steady. Like nothing ever happened. Like that shady ass DM didn’t crawl into my phone last night and whisper doubt into my ear. I laid still, pretending to sleep — trying to sort through the storm in my chest. Zay stirred behind me. His lips brushed my shoulder. “You hungry?” “Not really.” He paused like he felt the shift in my voice. “You still mad?” “I’m just... thinking.” He sat up, stretched, rubbed his jaw, then reached for his phone. I watched him through the mirror on the wall. And that’s when I noticed something. He never checked his messages around me. Always facing the screen down. Always q
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