Marlowe
I was almost to the door when Reid said the thing that actually mattered, the gentler advice from moments earlier apparently just the warm-up before the part that was going to keep me awake.
"One more thing," he said, and something in his tone made me stop with my hand already on the frame. "You should know — you've been talking about this fear like it's hypothetical. Like it's a thing that might happen someday if you're not careful. It's not hypothetical, Marlowe. It's already started."
I turned back slowly. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you spent tonight fighting with the man you love about whether you're allowed to be scared, instead of just being honest with him from the start about how scared you actually were." Reid held my eyes, none of his usual softness lef
