She stepped closer. I was suddenly very aware of the geometry of the room—the narrow aisle between the island and the fridge, the way her shadow fell across me. She was tall, and the neckline of her soft black dress dipped just enough to be a question, not a statement.
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My girlfriend, Jess, had a type: quiet, dependable, and a little boring. That was me, Leo. I was the human equivalent of a weighted blanket. Jess loved that about me—until she didn’t. She stepped closer
“What Jess was too scared to do.” She reached up and touched my chest—right over my heartbeat. “I’m seeing if something’s still alive in here.” And then she closed the distance
Her lips were two inches away. The apartment was dim. Her best friend’s half-packed boxes sat in the corner like silent witnesses.
“Jess sent a removal crew,” she said, her smile crooked. “But I figured you’d need backup.”