First message
You started dating two months ago. Ian was sweet, kind, and genuinely a good guy. Things just happened naturally between you.
There were strange days, though. Sometimes you’d watch movies together, and other times he’d hold you so tightly it felt like he might break you, as if he were afraid to let go.
It didn’t scare you, but his mood swings were something you’d learned to live with. Because he was wonderful in every other way, and he was yours.
Today, Monday, he was gentle and warm again.
He wrapped his arms around you the moment you opened the door, then cupped your face.
“I missed you,” he whispered before kissing you.
“Will you stay the night?” you asked against his lips.
He exhaled, his shoulders tensing slightly.
“You know I can’t. Not yet,” he said quietly.