I swallowed hard, my pulse still erratic from whatever the hell had just happened between us.
He turned to leave, running a hand through his hair like he was trying to regain his composure, but thenhe paused.
I hadn't moved.
His eyes flicked back to me, amused. "You coming?"
I hesitated, glancing at the crowded space below. The noise. The people. The chaos.
I wasn't good with this. I wasn't good with any of this.
His expression shifted slightly, the amusement dipping into something softer. More understanding. "You don't like crowds."
It wasn't a question.
I exhaled. "No."
A pause.
Then, "They don't matter."
I blinked up at him. "What?"
His lips twitched, but not in his usual cocky smirk. This was different. "The crowd. The noise. The stares. They only have as much power as you
