icked up. "Hey," he said, voice low, worn. "Can I see you?" There was a pause. Long enough for her to hear the tension in his breath. "What happened?" "It got ba

it mixing into something that felt too big for words. When he finally touched her, it wasn't rushed or messy. It was full of need. Of seeking comfort. Of clinging to the one place that, for him, had started to feel like home. They kissed. Slowly. Desperately. It didn't feel like lust. It felt like release. There, under the dim orange lights of the garage, with no music and no walls between them, they gave into each other completely. Not out of recklessness this time-but out of something more fragile. The need to feel unders