Dina was there, lingering in the apartment as a silent witness to the whirlwind of emotions that had engulfed me just moments ago. I stepped back into the apartment, still fluttering with the aftermath of what transpired, my senses carrying the lingering taste of Caleb's lips on mine. My head spun a little, and my knees retained a subtle weakness induced by the intensity of the kiss. A torrent of thoughts and emotions surged within me, a desire to discuss the kiss clawing at my consciousness.
Yet, as I entered the apartment, the reality of my predicament sank in. Dina sat on the couch, a lone observer of the unspoken tension. I yearned to share the experience, to dissect the feelings that had been ignited, but I knew it was an intimacy I couldn't extend to Ezra, and certainly not to Dina,
