“I'm honored to be included,” he responds softly. “But tell me… does this change anything between us?”
His question lingers in the air, and though I want to answer, I'm afraid of what my words might imply. I don't want to give him false hopes, not when there are still chains holding me back.
“Let's leave it to time,” I finally whisper.
He nods, not demanding or pressing for more.
“Okay. No rush. Come on, you need to rest. It's cold here.”
I clung to his arm as we walked toward the elevator. The warmth of his body contrasts with the cold air surrounding us.
I can't say I love him, because that would be a lie.
But I also can't assure him that I'll never love him, because that would be an even worse lie.
The only thing I'm sure of is that Dylan is worth it.
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Ryan
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