No Interruptions
Aria
He looked at me like he was finally allowed to.
Three weeks of stolen moments, of doors closing too soon, of phones ringing at exactly the wrong second — all of it sat behind his eyes as he crossed the room toward me, and I felt the weight of every single interruption finally lifting.
“Say it again,” he said quietly, stopping in front of me.
“No interruptions,” I said.
“Not that part.” His hand came up, tracing my jaw, slow and deliberate. “Say you’re staying. Tonight. All of it.”
“I’m staying,” I said. “All of it.”
Something shifted in his expression — the last of the control he held onto so tightly finally loosening, replaced by something raw and certain and completely undisguised.
He kissed me.
Different from every other kiss we’d stolen in hallways and b
