DJ
“Why?”
It was a simple enough question. I just didn’t expect the answer I got.
“Because it’s getting too personal. Too real.”
I let her step back from my hand, watching as her fingers dragged through her hair. She looked around her suite like the answer was hiding in a bag she’d forgotten to unpack.
“D, you’ve done so much more for me than I could ever really thank you for. The last few days…” Her lashes blinked away tears. “Well, I didn’t think they—or anything about them—were possible.”
The deep breath she took had me stepping closer, trying not to admit I felt the same way.
“Still, it’s not logical. Not sustainable. No matter how I’ve let myself pretend otherwise, we don’t really know each other. We both knew this wasn’t going to last.” She stepped away again.
“You helped
