Weight of The Untold

Chapter 20

You can hear it in the silence.
You can feel it on the way home. You can see it with the lights out. You are in love. True Love.
You are in love.

Taylor Swift - You R In Love

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I paced my room, my eyes glued to the door like it might unlock itself if I stared hard enough. Every second stretched, turning into minutes, then into something heavier. Waiting had never felt this unbearable.

I was nervous. Terrified, actually.

What if Caleb saw him walking into my room?

I’d be dead. No dramatic exaggeration—just dead.

But strangely, that wasn’t the thought weighing on me the most. What haunted me was Zach. Us. Whatever this was becoming. Where was it even going?

There was no point lying to myself anymore. I had feelings for him. Real ones. Deep ones.

I hated it. I hated how easily he’d gotten under my skin, how my heart reacted to him without asking for permission. But I was tired of fighting it. The pull was too strong, too consuming. My heart and my body were already on his side.

Maybe there was still a small chance—five percent, if I was being generous—that I could stop this before it went too far.

But I didn’t want to.

The door unlocked.

My breath caught instantly, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. I felt him before I saw him. His presence filled the room, heavy and undeniable, like the air had shifted just for him.

He was dangerous to me.

And God, I loved it.

He closed the door softly and walked toward me, his steps slow and deliberate. Each one echoed in my chest. My body screamed for him, my skin buzzing as he got closer. My heart raced, my breath grew shallow, and every nerve in me woke up.

“Hey,” he said quietly as he sat beside me on the bed.

I finally looked at him.

He looked tired—dark circles under his eyes, exhaustion clinging to him—but he was still devastatingly handsome. So unfairly handsome. And for a split second, the thought crossed my mind again.

Why me?

“You’re back,” I whispered, my voice betraying me completely.

“Yeah,” he smiled softly. “No hug?”

Butterflies exploded in my stomach.

“Sure,” I said, leaning toward him.

He met me halfway, closing the distance until there was nothing left between us.

The moment he touched me, something ignited. Electricity shot through my body, heat blooming under my skin like a fire he’d started without even trying. This fire burned only for him—and I didn’t want it put out.

“You really missed me, huh?” he murmured.

I looked away, blushing.

“I missed you too, Kyla.”

My heart skipped. He missed me.

“I’d miss me too,” I said lightly. “I’m amazing.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “The amazing Kyla.”

Silence settled between us, comfortable and heavy all at once. Being this close to him felt right. Too right.

“You never told me what happened Sunday night,” he said gently.