-POV Derby
The silence in the apartment had become a living thing.
It wrapped around us like smoke, thick and heavy, filling every corner of the room until it was hard to breathe. I sat on the edge of the couch with my knees drawn up, still wearing the oversized shirt Jordan had left here days ago. The fabric smelled like him — clean soap mixed with that faint woodsy warmth that always made my body react even when my mind screamed for distance. He was across from me in the armchair, elbows on his knees, watching me with that quiet, unrelenting focus that never failed to make my skin feel too tight.
We hadn’t spoken much since he walked in an hour ago.
He had come without being asked, the way he always did now — not pushing, not demanding, but simply refusing to let the space I kept try
