Not approaching.
Just moving.
Bathroom light flicked on briefly.
Then off.
Back to dim lamp lighting.
When she came out again, she paused near her bed.
Not mine.
Not the space between.
Just hers.
“Are we just going to pretend this isn’t weird forever?” she asked.
“No,” I said.
That surprised her slightly.
I heard it in her pause.
Then:
“Then what are we doing?”
I didn’t answer immediately.
Because I didn’t have a version of the answer that made sense.
So I said the only honest thing I had:
“I don’t know.”
That hung in the room longer than anything else tonight.
Rowan
That answer shouldn’t have done anything.
It did.
Because it was the first time he didn’t try to control the conversation.
I sat down again.
This time properly.
Crossing my legs slightly.
Trying to ignore the fact that every movement felt like it was happening in front of someone who noticed everything.
Mason still hadn’t moved from the window.
But I could feel him more than see him.
