Emon
Zev stepped onto the balcony first, casting a wary glance around like he always did when he went to a place he has never been to. Old habits. I let the door close gently behind us and turned to face him. From the living room, I could still smell the burnt rice.
I had forgotten about the food. About everything, the moment Albert threw his arms around me. I couldn't control it.
It had taken everything in me not to hold him too tight. Not to bury my face in his neck and breathe in that scent that made my bones hum. Not to say things I wasn’t ready to say yet.
But Zev was here now. And I had work to do. I had to hide the feelings I had. The way I had missed him.
“Well?” I asked, leaning on the iron rail. The city murmured below us, the heat of the afternoon softening beneath the dri
