Zoey's POV
“Maybe I was the only one falling for something that was never real.”
Rain tapped softly against my apartment windows as I stood in the kitchen staring at a mug of tea that had already gone cold, I didn’t even remember making it.
The television played quietly in the background, some random late-night show I wasn’t paying attention to, but the silence inside my head was somehow louder than the noise in the room.
Everything kept replaying, Christian standing in front of me on that balcony, the tension in his eyes, the almost-kiss.
And then the words that came after, “ don’t cross that line.”
I wrapped both hands around the mug even though the warmth had disappeared a long time ago.
I knew what the problem was, maybe I had mistaken closeness for something deeper, maybe I had
