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A man who never stopped crawling toward her in the dark, even when she stopped looking.
I let her lead me inside.
Her hand soft, but sure around mine.
And for the first time in a long time, I let myself believe in something other than regret.
She’s choosing me.
For now.
And I’ll give her anything she wants.
If she wants me to bleed, I’ll give her blood.
I’ll give her every last piece of me.
Even the ones I swore I would never give away.
Especially those.
Because for her there is nothing I won’t tear apart.
Not even myself.
She takes a seat on the couch, her legs tucking beneath her, the soft sweep of her jeans brushing against the cushion as she settles.
She releases my hand as I sit next to her, those eyes holding mine like a tether.
“I have some questions,” she says, voice quieter now, her gaze flicking across the breakfast.
She picks up the oat milk, twists off the cap, and pours a splash into her coffee.
Her movements are careful. Controlled. But there’s tension in the way she grips the mug, both hands wrapped tight around it, like it’s the only thing grounding her.
“Not to ruin breakfast,” she murmurs, “but there are some things I need to know.”
I nod, shifting toward her slightly.
“Go ahead, Tesoro.”
She takes a sip of her coffee. Her lips tremble against the rim of the cup before she lowers it to her lap. Her fingers trace the ceramic handle.
“I asked you before… why now. You said it was complicated.”
Her eyes bore into mine, unblinking. “Is it uncomplicated now?”
I smirk, though it feels hollow in my mouth. “If anything, it’s more complicated.”
I shake my head. “I’ll explain.”
She takes a steady breath and watches me. Silent. Expectant.
I feel like I’m under a microscope, and somehow, I deserve to be.
“From the moment you landed back in Florida, I had eyes on you.”
I exhale hard, a self-deprecating chuckle escaping. “And I know you said that makes me sound like a fucking stalker.”
