Noah couldn't sleep.
One week. Seven days until Leighton left his house. Left the city. Left him.
He'd tried to let her go. Tried to tell himself it was for the best. That she deserved better than a man who couldn't figure out his own feelings.
But every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. Heard her voice asking him to give her a reason to stay.
And he'd failed. Couldn't say the words. Couldn't make the promise.
Coward.
At 2 AM, he gave up pretending to sleep. Pulled on sweatpants and headed downstairs for water.
He found her in the kitchen. Standing at the sink in sleep shorts and a tank top. Staring out the window at nothing.
She turned when she heard him. Their eyes met.
Neither spoke.
The silence stretched. Heavy with everything unsaid.
"Can't sleep?" he finally asked.
"No
