Scarlett’s POV
The ache shifted, from physical to emotional.
From resentment to longing.
He brought me tea every night. Always the same cup. Always the same time.
Until one evening, I asked, “Why do you always stay so late?”
His answer was quiet. “Because I sleep better knowing you’re okay.”
I stared at him.
And for the first time, I said something I never thought I would:
“Stay. Tonight. Just… stay.”
He did.
He didn’t touch me. He lay beside me like a vow, facing the ceiling, his breath syncing with mine.
And in the quiet dark, where lies couldn’t live, I whispered:
“Tell me something true.”
He took a breath. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you… safe.”
And I wanted to say me too.
But the words stayed locked in my throat.
Love didn’t arrive like a lightning bol
