Noah
“I didn’t say I wanted you to leave.”
Mia’s hand remained around my wrist.
I stood in the open doorway with my jacket over one arm, trying to understand whether she had stopped me because she wanted me or because she was afraid the moment would end badly if I walked away.
Those were not the same thing.
I looked down at her fingers.
“Then tell me what you want.”
Her eyes lifted to mine.
“You always ask serious questions at inconvenient times.”
“This seems like the correct time.”
“It is nearly midnight.”
“That does not make the question less important.”
Mia released my wrist and stepped back into the apartment.
The door remained open between us.
She crossed her arms.
“I invited you upstairs.”
“Yes.”
“I kissed you outside.”
“Yes.”
“I told you not to leave.”
“Yes.”
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