“Waahh! What are you doing?!”
I screamed, caught completely off guard as strong arms suddenly wrapped around me and lifted me off the couch.
My heart launched into my throat. I kicked out reflexively, not forcefully. I was startled more than anything.
“Dylan!” I screamed, as if saying his name would make him let me go.
He said nothing. No explanation, no warning. Just carried me like I was something fragile and familiar.
Like this wasn’t completely insane. Like I wasn’t furious. Like we hadn’t just said things that cut too deep to take back.
His silence didn’t help. It only made my thoughts louder.
When did he even come back? I didn’t hear a single step. I didn’t feel him move. One moment, I was sinking into loneliness, and the next, I was in his arms.
I squirmed, half-heartedly. I
