LOGINAlicia’s POVThe house was quiet in the way it always was when we met like this—lamps low, the city reduced to a scatter of lights beyond the glass, the rest of the world held at a careful distance. Rhys had been waiting. I saw it in the way he turned from the window the moment the elevator chimed, the immediate attention that settled on my face as if he already knew the evening had shifted.“Mirabel called me,” I said. The words came out tighter than I intended. “She said she found my scarf in your study. She asked about it. Then she called me to tell me she asked you and that you said I must have left it the last time we were both there.”Rhys’s expression didn’t change much, but something in his shoulders settled into a more deliberate stillness. “I already handled it.”“You handled the question.” I set my bag down harder than necessary and crossed my arms, the residual anxiety from the call still sitting sharp under my ribs. “You didn’t handle the fact that my scarf was sitting i
Mirabel’s POVI kept turning the scarf over in my hands long after I should have put it down.The study was quiet the way it always was when Dad had been working late and then stepped away without fully shutting everything down. The desk lamp still threw its low circle of light across the polished wood. A few papers sat in their usual neat stack. Nothing about the room looked disturbed except for the soft length of fabric I had found draped over the arm of the leather chair near the window.I knew this scarf.I had seen Alicia wear it a dozen times, sometimes wrapped loosely around her neck on colder campus mornings, or draped over her shoulders when she got cold in the dorm even with the heater on. The color was distinctive in a quiet way, pale enough that it could have belonged to anyone until you looked closely and remembered the exact shade against her blonde hair and the freckles across her nose. I held it up to the light once more, feeling the soft weight of it, and the recognit
Alicia’s POVMirabel’s name lit up the screen while the quiet between Rhys and me still held the residual warmth of the kiss.I stared at it for half a second too long. The reconciled ease of the last few minutes—the apology, the boundary spoken aloud, the way his hands had settled at my waist like the argument had clarified rather than damaged something, tightened into something sharper. I answered before the third ring.“Hey.”“Where are you?” Mirabel’s voice was bright, ordinary, the sound of someone who had no reason to suspect the room I was standing in. “I knocked on the door like three times. You’re not in the dorm.”My heart climbed into my throat. I turned slightly away from Rhys, as if a few extra inches of distance could make the lie land more cleanly.“Library,” I said. The word came out steady enough. “I needed a quiet corner to finish the reading for tomorrow. The dorm was too loud earlier.”“Ugh, fair. I’ve been wandering campus for an hou
Rhys’s POVThe silence after her question stretched longer than it should have.Are you jealous?She stood a few feet away, still in the clothes she had worn on campus, the afternoon light from the window catching the freckles across her nose. There was no mockery in her expression. Only a quiet, searching attention that made it impossible to hide behind the usual controlled answers. She had seen through the evenness in my voice the moment I asked about Alex. She had always been able to do that.I exhaled slowly and dragged a hand across the back of my neck.“Yes,” I said. The word came out rougher than I intended. “I don’t like another man being interested in you. I don’t like watching you smile at someone the way you smiled at him and knowing I have no public claim that allows me to stand beside you while it happens.”Alicia’s expression softened, but she didn’t move closer yet. “Alex wasn’t interested in me like that. He was being friendly. He noticed I seemed happier and assumed
Alicia’s POV I ran into Alex near the student union on a Thursday afternoon that felt deceptively ordinary. The sun was warm against the brick of the buildings, and the quad was busy with the usual mid-semester energy, of students cutting across the grass with coffee cups, someone laughing too loudly near the steps, a group arguing good-naturedly about a group project deadline. I had just left the library after two hours of pretending to revise notes while my mind kept drifting back to the gala, to the unfinished sentence in the lounge, to the way Rhys had kissed my knuckles in the car and said soon like the word carried more weight than he was ready to explain. I wasn’t paying full attention to where I was walking. That was how I nearly collided with him. “Whoa—easy.” Alex stepped back just in time, one hand lifting in a quick, reflexive gesture. Then recognition settled across his face and he smiled. “Alicia. Hey. Almost took me out.” “Sorry.” I adjusted the strap of my bag
Rhys’s POVI stepped back into the ballroom with Alicia beside me, the private lounge and the unfinished sentence already feeling like they belonged to a different hour. The East Coast investors were waiting near the far windows, their expressions polite but expectant. Hayes caught my eye from across the room and gave a small, apologetic nod. He had tried to hold them off, but it had not been enough.I performed the required version of myself for the next twenty minutes. Handshakes. Measured answers about expansion timelines and risk tolerance. The kind of conversation that had once felt natural and now sat against my skin like a suit that no longer fit the way it used to. Alicia remained close without clinging, her presence a quiet constant at the edge of my awareness. Every time I glanced at her I felt the weight of the words I had not managed to say.There is something I’ve been wanting to tell you.The sentence kept turning over in my mind while I nodded at appropriate intervals







