“I’m tired of pretending I’m not falling for you.”

Leo says it like it hurts to admit. Like the words have been pressing down on his chest for days, and now they’ve finally torn out of him. I freeze, halfway to the dresser as my measly heart stammers against my ribs.

It’s late. The guest suite feels warmer than usual. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe it’s him standing by the door with that longing look carved across his face. He steps closer. Quiet, but determined.

“I know you’re confused,” he adds softly. “I know he’s in your head. He’s in mine too, always has been. But this… whatever this is...