Sophia’s pov

I followed Max home without saying much on the drive. The city lights slid past the windows in soft streaks while my mind kept circling the same quiet decision: I would go inside, maybe sit for a little while, then leave before anything could cross a line I wasn’t ready to name. I told myself I wouldn’t stay the night. That was the plan.

The moment we stepped into the house he locked the door behind us. I was still right behind him, closer than I realized. When he turned, the collision was sudden and unexpected. I stumbled, almost falling, but his hands caught me fast strong, steady,...