~ Becca ~
He’s exactly where I left him.
Leaning against the sleek hood of his car, hands buried in his pockets, shoulders coiled tight. His eyes scan the street, snapping to mine the second I round the corner.
I see the exact moment the tension bleeds out of his face. It’s a microscopic shift—a flicker of pure, unfiltered relief—before he pushes off the chassis of the car.
“You didn’t answer your phone.”
I stop a deliberate few feet away, maintaining my boundary. “I turned it off.”
He studies me, Something in his expression changes.“You okay?” he asks
“No.”
The bluntness lands like a physical blow. His jaw ticks. “Talk to me.”
A dry, hollow laugh scrapes out of my throat. “That’s kind of the problem.”
He frowns slightly.“Becca—”
“No.” I hold up a hand. I don’t yell. I don't thr
