walked out. She w

eet would

stal glass like it was a ritual. No noise, no clinking. Even

f piece," she said, breaking the sil

"I'm offering truth. What y

I'mfiant in her heels.

irgin?" he fi

idn't

in hand, until they stood nearly toe to t

ed anyone to touch me. And by the time I could afford the world..." He paused,

etween th

ed," she

till

but her voice stayed steady. "This

e corner. "I'm not a

ant me to

see me. The man

t's a tall order from a ma

eep, and surprising. "

hing she couldn't see, and a wall pan

re. One week. No outside contact. No social media. You'

her chin.

he said. "Not

tched. "And i

get the truth. And maybe," he added, brushing a finger along the inside of

art racing, skin tingling fr

sharper than she felt.

. "Then welcome to m

That

uldn't

s, a bathroom the size of her last apartment

g to clear her head with a glass of water. B

. At a

ion into sound-slow, mournful, breathtaking. He was shirtless, the muscles in his

inst the wall,

dn't know about him. So

e here to w

t

wonder if she was th