"To be with me…"
Her breath caught.
The silence between them thickened, heavy and electric. Her fingers tightened around the stem of her glass. She couldn't look away—not from his eyes, not from the storm quietly building behind them.
She had no clever reply. No snarky comeback. Only the thunderous beat of her heart, and the undeniable, terrifying thought that maybe—just maybe—he was right.
"No response?" Ric asked, his voice low and edged with a teasing smirk. But beneath it, his eyes searched her face—hungry for an answer, any answer. "Not even a comment?"
Cammy parted her lips, then closed them again, struggling to speak. Her voice—always so quick, so sure—betrayed her now. Nothing came out. Just silence. Charged and deafening.
Ric let out a breath, almost a sigh, masking the tension rising in his chest. "It's alright," he said, more gently this time. "I know how you feel about Greg. I'm not blind. But Cammy…" He hesitated, then leaned in slightly, his tone quiet but firm.
