Ana's POV
After our fight, Morris and I seemed to burn even hotter together. We were back to being joined at the hip, just like when we first fell head over heels.
Let's be real—since day one, we'd been practically glued together anyway.
That whole mess left Morris completely shaken. The second we walked through the door, he turned into this clingy shadow, wrapping himself around me and repeating like a broken record, "I'll never leave you," and "I'll never stop loving you."
It hit me later just how badly what I'd thought was just a little cold shoulder had rattled him. The guilt ate at me.
I pulled him close, whispering over and over, "I'm not going anywhere either. I'll always love you."
He seemed to drink in my words, but this dark cloud still hung over him.
The next morning, I jumped on a scheduled video call with Prairie Miranda's Director Charise Bruce.
