Bella
“What is it about?” I asked, still rooted in the doorway, arms crossed tight over my chest like they could hold everything in. My voice came out steadier than I felt. “At least you should have called that you were coming over.”
Jones patted the mattress beside him casually, like we were just having one of our usual late-night talks. “Just come sit down so we can talk properly.”
I sighed softly and tiredly, the kind of sigh that carried too much weight. “Jones, speak if you want to. You chose to ignore me for days. You didn’t even respond to my texts. To be honest, I thought we were done.” The words slipped out sharper than I meant, but they were true. I’d spent nights staring at my phone, waiting for three little dots that never came.
“Is that what you want?” he asked quietly, ey
