She didn’t plan to call him.
But somehow… she did.
“I need you,” she whispered, her voice softer than usual.
He didn’t ask questions.
“Stay where you are,” he replied.
Minutes later, he was there.
The moment she opened the door, everything she had been holding in—every thought, every emotion—came crashing down. And before she could say anything, he pulled her into his arms.
Tight.
Safe.
Real.
“Don’t ask,” she murmured against him.
“I won’t,” he said quietly, holding her closer.
She exhaled slowly, her fingers gripping his shirt as if letting go would break her again. His presence was enough to quiet the chaos inside her… but not the feeling.
Never the feeling.
“Hold me,” she whispered. “Until I forget.”
He didn’t reply.
He just did.
His hand moved gently through her hair, lifting her face just enough to look at her. Her eyes were searching… vulnerable… and something more.
Something dangerous.
“You’re not okay,” he said softly.
“I will be,” she breathed. “If you don’t let go.”
The distance between them disappeared without effort.
And then—
His lips found hers.
Slow at first.
Careful.
But the moment she responded, everything changed.
The kiss deepened, full of everything she couldn’t say out loud—pain, longing, need. Her hands moved up, holding onto him as if he was the only thing keeping her grounded.
Time blurred.
Thoughts faded.
All that existed was the warmth, the closeness… the way he held her like she mattered.
When they finally pulled back, her breath was unsteady, her eyes still closed.
“Better?” he asked quietly.
She shook her head slightly, moving closer again.
“No,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”
Because for that moment…
For that feeling…
She didn’t want to remember anything else.