"You're late," she said, her voice neutral, neither accusatory nor warm. "Traffic," I lied, the word tasting stale.
She closed the laptop and stood up, walking toward me. "Did you have a good... business trip?" She emphasized the last two words, her eyes scanning me, perhaps looking for traces of the life I’d lived this past week—the scent of someone else, a shift in my demeanor. A Moment of Bliss [v3.0.1][Lockheart]
Do I break the silence? Do I tell her I've found a new kind of bliss? Or do I cling to the safety of what we have, knowing it’s already fractured? "You're late," she said, her voice neutral, neither
I walked through the door, my suitcase feeling inexplicably heavy. Sarah was sitting on the sofa, the light from her laptop illuminating her face. She looked tired, yet her eyes immediately locked onto mine with an intensity that made my chest tight. "Did you have a good
I looked at her, then back to the doorway, thinking of Petal’s reckless smile. "It was... different," I said cautiously.