➿➿➿➿We don't say much on the way back to my place, and I tell myself it's because we're both tired, because the night has already held too many emotions to neatly process, because silence is easier than saying the wrong thing again, but the truth is that the quiet between us feels alive, like it's watching, waiting, stretching thinner and tighter with every passing second until it hums under my skin.By the time I unlock the door and step inside, I can feel him behind me. Every nerve in my body is very aware of the space he occupies, and I set my keys down more carefully than necessary just to give myself a second to breathe.I turn slowly. He's already looking at me intensely, like he's trying to read something written under my skin, like he's waiting for me to decide what this is going to be.And for once, I don't hesitate."You're being very quiet," I say, stepping closer, tilting my head just enough to study him, letting a faint, controlled smile touch my lips."Trying not to mes
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