I pushed the door shut after me quietly, closing whatever transpired between us in that space.
I had an unfamiliar sense of confidence settling into my chest.
There was a silent accord between us this evening, something neither of us would ever admit. But it existed, hanging in the air long after I'd left.
As I slipped into my cold blankets, the events of the day stuck in my head like an archaic film reel. The suspense, the unprecedented heat, the ambiguity.
There was no immediate disturbance this time, no hyperanalysis, no thrashing and twisting, but a persistent nagging kept poking at the edges of my consciousness. Lee's and my future hung in the balance, a path I was not certain would lead us to happiness or heartache.
The following morning, golden light streamed through the window
