The air between you and Theo is thick with the unspoken, the memory of the kiss still a searing brand on your lips. You pull away from him, your breath catching in your throat, and the heavy and accusatory silence stretches on between the two of you. He steps forward, his hand outstretched as if to stop you.

"Just wait one damn second. We need to talk about this."

You shake your head, tears blurring your vision. "There's nothing to talk about, Theo. I just need a moment to breathe. And I need it without you."

His jaw tightens. "That's the version you're going with?"

"I don't care what you call it," you snap, turning your back to him. "It's the version where I walk away."

Theo watches as you storm off, knowing there's nowhere for you to go. This safehouse is truly isolated. He heads back inside, giving you space. An hour drags by, each minute a fresh torment, before you return.

"I want you to take me back, now." Your voice is flat, devoid of emotion.

He steps closer, his gaze softening. "You know I can't do that."

"So you'd rather keep me here because you're scared to let go?" Your voice rises as you challenge him.

"You're here for your safety," he insists, his hand reaching for your arm, but you flinch away.

"My safety…” you echo, “...or your comfort?"

His eyes flash with hurt. "You think this is comfortable for me?"

"You're calling this care, but the only thing you're really protecting is your own hope that I might stay," your voice trembles.

"Believe whatever you want, but you know what's funny?" he snaps back as he steps closer.

"Don't you dare sa—"

He cuts you off, his voice low and intense. "You wanted that damn kiss."