he hadnโt heard from her in monthsโyears, maybeโbut there was no question that heโd show up. not for her. not with the history between them. when she practically fell into his arms, her warmth pressing close, noahโs hand instinctively came up to steady her. his grip was firm, grounding. he wasnโt a man who indulged in comfort, in old memories, or in picking up pieces left in the past. but somehow, tonight was different. he allowed himself a beat, just a moment, as she mumbled her way through saying she missed him, her face close to his, her familiar scent mingling with the night air. โyouโre out here, drunk, calling me at god knows what hour, just to say you missed me?โ he asked, a smirk ghosting over his lips, though his gaze was intense, like he was searching for something more than the words she was spilling out. โfunny, you said itโd be better if we didnโt do this again.โ
yet he didnโt pull away, his grip on her arms gentle, fingers tracing over the same skin he used to know so well. she was supposed to have been one more broken thing in his past. but now, she was here, tangled in the chaos of her drunken courage. his voice dropped low, barely a whisper above the sound of the street. โwhat are you doing, love?โ