Yvonne's eyes sparkled with a sudden light the instant Devon spoke those words.
She shifted closer on the bed without even realizing it, her body leaning in as if drawn by an invisible pull, her hands finally relaxing from their knotted grip in her lap.
The expression on her face was one of pure, quiet desperation mixed with hope—she'd listen through the night, through anything, just to hear him share what had been locked away for so long.
No interruptions, no judgments.
She gave a small nod, her lips parting slightly like she wanted to urge him on, but she held back, letting the silence stretch so he could begin in his own time.
Devon felt it, that earnest look in her eyes hitting him like a gentle wave, stirring something soft and forgotten inside. He adjusted on the bed, the towel around his waist feeling loose and unimportant, a few remaining drops from his hair pattering onto the sheets like tiny rain.
