“It’s not what it looks like,” he calls after you, reaching to grab your wrist. His heart is slamming against his ribs hard enough to bruise. “Please, just listen—I—I didn’t mean. It just happened so fast—“

He can’t seem to form a proper sentence. Kaveh hadn’t meant to kiss that other woman, hadn’t meant for it to escalate. It’d been a slip, he loves you, just you. It’s just… you hadn’t been giving him a lot of attention lately, and he’d melted when someone else had.