The apartment upstairs was quiet except for the storm.
The second the door closed behind us, the tension changed instantly.
Not danger tension.
Ustension.
Heavy.
Breathing.
Too much history in one room.
Hersh turned toward me slowly.
“You okay?”
The question almost made me laugh.
Not because it was funny.
Because I didn’t even know what okay meant anymore.
“You told them you loved me.”
Straight to the point.
Good job, Felicity.
Hersh went still for about half a second.
Then slowly?—
one side of his mouth lifted.
“Yeah.”
Like it was obvious.
Like there was nothing complicated about it.
My heart completely betrayed me.
“You said it so casually,” I whispered.
That smile faded immediately.
“Wasn’t casual.”
The rough honesty in his voice nearly knocked the breath out of me.
“Hersh…”
He stepped closer slowly.
Carefully.
Always careful with me.
