Something Came Up

Sofia stood in front of the mirror, unmoving. Her reflection stared back with quiet exhaustion, but it was the ache beneath her ribs that gave her away. She missed him—God, she missed him. His voice. His touch.

The way his kisses used to silence every doubt. But ever since Nolan's birthday party, she'd been avoiding Adam at all costs. Because wanting him and protecting herself had become two impossible battles she could no longer fight at once.

The steam from the shower still clung to the glass, blurring her reflection, but she could see enough. Her eyes looked tired, their usual light dulled by too many sleepless nights. She reached up and twisted her hair into a loose bun, letting a few soft strands fall to frame her face. Then she sat on the edge of the bed, her towel still wrapped tightly around her.

She didn't want to go.