Alec.
I can still feel her lips on mine minutes after we pulled apart. The soft tremor of them against mine, the way she leaned in like her heart couldn’t fight it anymore. And then—the tears.
Not tears of rejection. Not tears of regret. But something far more dangerous. They were the kind of tears that say this matters. That this kiss wasn’t casual or reckless, but a moment neither of us can take back.
Even now, my chest feels too tight. I’ve waited so damn long for this—waited while she pushed me away, while she doubted everything about us, while she carried scars I helped put there. The weight of my failures presses heavy, but still she let me in tonight. She kissed me back.
The image of her stays burned into my mind even after the kiss
Sadie standing in the middle of the training
