“I’m serious.”
“You jump in front of bullets.”
“You stay calm when everything’s falling apart.”
“And you somehow make impossible things sound simple.”
I shrug.
“Maybe I’m optimistic.”
She laughs again.
“Maybe you’re impossible.”
“Also possible.”
The moment grows quiet again.
The city humming below us.
The team talking softly behind us.
And something unspoken between us.
Wren studies me again.
“You kissed me twice tonight.”
“Yes.”
“Both times during life-threatening situations.”
“That’s when the timing seemed right.”
She tilts her head.
“So if we’re not in danger…”
“…what happens then?”
I step a little closer.
The distance between us disappears.
“We could test that theory.”
Her breath catches slightly.
“Could we?”
“Yes.”
She watches me carefully.
Then says quietly—
“You’re still impossible.”
