We met almost every day after that.
River had this way of ignoring the walls I'd built, slipping into my space without asking. He'd hum while editing photos on his laptop, ask questions about my favorite places, or randomly hand me his camera and tell me to "just try."
I didn't realize how much I was letting him in until one night, as we were packing up, he said, "You're not what I expected."
"What did you expect?"
"Someone cold. Untouchable. But you're… careful. Like you're afraid one wrong move will make everything fall apart."
I froze. "You don't know me."
His eyes softened. "Not yet. But I want to."
For some reason, I didn't tell him to stop.
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