Zoey’e POV
He wasn’t supposed to care…but he did.
When I got home, everything felt too quiet. It took a moment for my mind to catch up; just a few hours ago, I was surrounded by flashing lights, voices calling my name, people watching every step I took, as if it mattered.
Now it was just my apartment again, and I stood by the door for a few seconds before moving, as if I needed to remind myself where I was. “Okay” I murmured, my voice sounded strange in the silence.
I walked in slowly, dropped my bag on the chair, and removed my heels one after the other, my body felt heavy, but my mind wouldn’t settle. Everything kept replaying in pieces.
The entrance, the cameras, the questions, and him, the way his hand stayed at my waist the entire time as if it belonged there, like it was natur
