~Jeremy’s POV~

The shower ran hot, scalding at first, then settling into the kind of warmth that should have been calming. But nothing about me felt calm. I didn’t call her. I couldn’t. Not when I didn’t know what to expect from her words.

Guilt coiled in my chest sharply. What if she had regretted last night? What if she had woken up feeling bad about it? It would have been easier if she had woken me up to confront me than the gnawing ache that came with knowing she left without letting me into her thoughts.

I rubbed at my face under the spray, letting the water rinse everything...