Mallory
I stared at theceiling for a long time after dinner.
The scent of lemon still hung in the apartment—faint but clinging, like it didn’t want to leave either. The lights in the living room had dimmed automatically on their timer, and Jaymie had mumbled something about needing to finish laundry before he crashed, then kissed the top of my head and left me in the soft glow of the guest room.
He hadn’t brought it up again.
The I love you.
But it was still there. Quiet. Humming between us like electricity behind drywall.
I curled up on my side and grabbed my phone.
He said it.
It didn’t take long.
Dakota
He SAID it?? As in THE WORDS?
Yup.
Omg. What did you say??
Nothing. I think I pretended broccoli was more interesting.
There was a pause. Then:
Dakota
Jesus Christ, Mallory.
I know.
AND?
and what?
FINE.
I think I’m falling for him too.
There. Said it. Not out loud, but close.
I waited.
No shit. He’s been taking care of you like a very hot, emotionally available nurse.
I snorted.
I don’t know what to do with it. With love. I’ve always been the one doing the helping. I don’t know how to be the person someone stays for.
Then let him stay.
My throat tightened.
I’m trying. I really am.
