The rain outside had stopped, but the world still felt heavy with thunder. Inside Adam’s apartment, the air was thick with silence. Emily stood near the window, her hands trembling as she tried to steady her breathing. Neither of them had planned this. Neither of them had wanted it to go this far.
Yet here they were.
Moments ago, everything had shattered the walls they’d built, the distance they swore to keep, the unspoken promises to resist. One look, one word, and restraint had burned away.
Adam stood in the middle of the room, his shirt half undone, his chest rising and falling. “You shouldn’t have come here,” he said finally, his voice low.
Emily turned slowly. “You think I don’t know that?” Her tone was sharp but cracked at the edges.
