The sheets were still warm when I woke. Not hot. Just warm. That meant he'd only been gone a few minutes. Maybe ten. Fifteen, tops.
I sat up fast, my heart already out of control before I noticed the note on the nightstand.
"I went out for food. I'll be back before you finish this sentence. I love you. Don't run. Please."
He trusted me.
That trust hadn't come easy. He was scared out of his mind that I'd run the second his back was turned, and he still left. He'd put his faith in me. That felt like the loudest kind of love.
I pulled the covers tighter and stared at the ceiling, trying not to think.
I was curled in his shirt, missing him after fifteen minutes. It made me feel weak. And safe. And messy. And confused. All at once.
I stared at the door for a long time. When he still was
