Page 163 of Playing Dirty
Something closer to disbelief.
“You’re literally standing,” she said.
“I know.”
Silence.
Then she shifted slightly on the bed.
Not moving toward me.
Not moving away.
Just adjusting.
Like she was making space for something she didn’t understand yet.
That was the problem with her.
She always noticed the change before the explanation existed.
Rowan
He was standing now.
Not pacing.
Not restless.
Just… up.
That alone changed the room.
Because everything had been static for too long.
“You can’t sleep?” I asked.
He didn’t answer immediately.
Then:
“I don’t need much.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
That made him look at me properly.
Longer than before.
And for a second I thought he was going to dodge it like usual.
He didn’t.
“No,” he said. “Not really.”
That should’ve been simple.
It wasn’t.
