Taryn
I slipped out of Caz’s house quietly, the morning still clinging to dew and quiet birdsong. My limbs were sore in a way that felt good, like I’d lived inside something real—something that wanted to stay.
The door clicked softly behind me, and I started down the gravel path, heart still tangled in the softness of the dream… in the way Caz’s fingers had brushed over my skin, the way his arms had held me like I was already his.
The silence broke when I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone.
Three missed calls.
All from Gavin.
A pit opened in my stomach. My finger hovered over the voicemail icon, reluctant. Then I pressed play.
“Hey… I just wanted to hear your voice. No pressure. I know you’ve been busy. I guess I just…”
He cleared his throat.
“…miss you. Call me back w
