STAN POV
*before you go - Lewis capaldi *
Hours bled into each other until time lost all meaning.
I had no clue how long I’d been out there, hauling wood, moving beams, helping Antonio and the other guys. Sweat clung to me, mixing with the dust in the air, and my muscles burned. But I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. If I stopped, I’d think. And if I thought, I’d see her eyes again—those sharp, wildfire eyes that cut me deeper than any blade.
Every time I tried to calm the f**k down, to breathe like a normal man, her face would flicker across my mind. The way her lips pressed into a line when she was holding back. The way her shoulders squared when she was trying not to break. And every single time, I was back at square one.
What if she was just waiting for the right moment to reject me?
