I swallowed hard, my pulse still erratic from whatever the hell had just happened between us.

He turned to leave, running a hand through his hair like he was trying to regain his composure, but then—he paused.

I hadn’t moved.

His eyes flicked back to me, amused. “You coming?”

I hesitated, glancing at the crowded space below. The noise. The people. The chaos.

I wasn’t good with this. I wasn’t good with any of this.

His expression shifted slightly, the amusement dipping into something softer. More understanding. “You don’t like crowds.”

It wasn’t a question.

I exhaled. “No.”

A pause.

Then, “They don’t matter.”

I blinked up at him. “What?”...