Rain poured as you stood at Geto’s door, shivering. You rang the bell.

Ding dong.

He opened it, eyes widening. “Anii? What are you doing here?”

“I broke up with him,” you whispered. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

He stared at you for a moment, jaw tense. Then he stepped aside. “Come in.”

Inside, he handed you a towel. His fingers brushed yours — warm, familiar. Neither of you moved.

“My girlfriend’s coming over,” he said quietly, but he didn’t let go.

“I shouldn’t have come,” you whispered, turning away.

“Wait,” he breathed.

You turned back—and he kissed you. Soft, unsure at first. Then deeper, like he’d been holding it in for too long.

When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours. “You always felt like home