He opened the loft door before I even knocked.
Like he’d been waiting for me.
Like he knew.
His face lit up the second he saw me.
Then immediately fell when he noticed my expression.
“Hey,” he said softly. “What happened?”
I didn’t answer.
I just walked straight into him.
Wrapped my arms around his middle.
Buried my face in his chest.
And for a second, I hated myself for how quickly I unraveled there.
How easy it was.
How natural it felt to let him carry parts of me I should’ve been able to hold on my own.
His arms came around me instantly.
Strong.
Warm.
Safe.
“Talk to me,” he murmured into my hair.
I pulled back just enough to look at him.
And somehow, despite everything, I still smiled.
“I got in.”
His whole face changed.
Like the sun coming out.
“Wait—what?”
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