We left the after-party late, the city still alive outside, silence sitting between us. I almost asked Zayne what was going on with Kim, but I stopped myself. If there was something to find, I’d rather see it than be told a lie.
So I kept quiet.
When we got back to the hotel, he kissed my temple and said goodnight. I lay awake longer than I meant to, watching his back rise and fall beside me, trying not to read into silence that might mean nothing at all.
Back in LA, I made sure I was around him more than usual. Lunch at his place. Late dinners at mine. Errands together. He never seemed to mind; if anything, he liked it. He’d reach for my hand without thinking, make space for my plans without complaint, and fall asleep with his arm over my waist like it was the most natural thing in the
