Cassie parked outside Emmett’s building, cutting the engine. Neither of them moved at first, the quiet settling around them like a thick blanket.
“Guess this is your stop,” she said lightly.
Emmett let out a breath. “Yeah.”
Still, he didn’t move. He just sat there, fingers drumming against his knee, his mind somewhere else.
Cassie could practically feel the war inside him. He wanted to be done with Elisia, wanted to forget, to move on. But knowing that and feeling it were two different things.
She leaned back against the seat. “You don’t have to figure it all out tonight, you know.”
He finally turned to look at her, something unreadable in his expression. “Yeah?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
A beat of silence stretched between them.
Then, before she could second-guess it, she reached over
