Caleb’s bus got delayed.
What was supposed to be one more day of waiting turned into three. Every extra hour stretched the tension between Leo and me until it felt like the apartment itself was holding its breath. We moved around each other carefully, like one wrong step would set something off. The shirts stayed. The missing shirts stayed. The almosts from the kitchen and the courtyard and the stairwell sat between us like unfinished sentences.
The bathroom became the worst place in the building.
I stepped out of the shower one morning wrapped in a towel, hair dripping, skin still hot from the water.
The door opened at the exact same second. Leo stood there in low sweatpants, hand still on the knob, eyes locked on me. Water ran down my collarbone. His gaze followed it before he force
