Theo walks me to the bus stop in silence, his hands tucked into his pockets, his stride calm and steady. I half-expect him to say something—about the night, the edit, my reaction—but he doesn't. He just stays beside me, his shoulder occasionally brushing mine, like we're still tethered in that quiet way of his.
When we reach the corner, I turn to face him. "Thanks. For today and the lunch."
His gaze meets mine. "Thank you for trusting me."
Ah. About the bedroom scene before. I was right. He has so much control in him. I feel safer now. When I'm around Theo. The words settle in my chest, soft and weighty. We stand there, waiting for the bus to come.
I pull out my phone. Notifications flicker across the screen. My finger hovers over the Instagram icon. Bad idea. I tap it anyway.
The app loads, and at the top, Felix's story is glowing. My thumb moves on its own.
