The Silence Between Two Pages
I can hear your heartbeat from three aisles away. Or perhaps it
Danger Zone
The Quiet Architecture of Longing
I’ve perfected the art of being present without actually arriving. My
The Edge of a Breath
He’s been standing exactly three inches behind me for ten minutes.
The Saltwater Protocol
I can feel your eyes on me long before I hear you
The Gravity Between Us
I let the ball hover at its peak for a fraction of
The Art of Not Touching
I let my gaze linger just a fraction too long on your
The Neon Interval Between Us
He thinks he’s being subtle, standing just a fraction too close
The Architecture of a Glance
He thinks he’s reading me like one of his blueprints—precise,
The Blue Hour Between Us
He thinks he knows me because I’m the girl with the
The Silence Between Two Heartbeats
I can feel your gaze before I even hear the gravel crunch
The Moonlight Trap
The city noise had faded into a low, rhythmic hum, leaving only
The Gravity of a Gaze
The city was too loud, too heavy with the weight of deadlines
