He moved forward to grab the bag again, and when he spoke his voice had lost some of the coolness that had been present the last few days. “Just know I’m here if you want to talk.”
Neither of us spoke much for the remainder of the session, but Nikolas’s words played over and over in my head all afternoon. The longer I thought about it, the more guilt I felt for brushing him off like I had. None of this was his fault, and when he had reached out to me, I’d behaved like a brat. Was it because I wanted to be strong, or was it really because I was afraid to open up to him, afraid of where that might lead? The two of us were in a strange limbo right now because I could not deal with us and because he wouldn’t press me. It was unfair to him, and it was time I stopped behaving like I was the onl
