After everything, can we ever even go back to how we were?
Can Faith ever trust anything that I say anymore?
Most importantly, am I ready to leave the way I've been living my life these past two years and go back to the Evan that Faith changed me in...
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🌸Faith (P.O.V.)🌸
"I have been calling and texting all day," I said as Evan walked through the door.
"I know, I'm sorry," he said.
He leaned down, pressing his lips against mine.
"That studio meeting took forever," I said as we pulled away.
He knelt beside me, touching my ankle.
"Evan, I'm okay," I said, wincing slightly.
"I'm sorry I didn't get back to you sooner," he said, gently massaging my ankle. "I got busy at the studio, and then there was this mess with Dave Owens."
"Uh-oh, what happened now?"
"Someone is supposedly threatening to expose his relationship with the Moretti's."
"Well, that doesn't sound good. It's not only bad for him but also for you."
"If he's right, then it will create chaos."
"Do you think he's right?"
"Eh, you never know with Dave Owens, man."
Evan's furrowed brow deepened as he massaged my ankle with steady, tender movements. His fingers, warm and tender, moved with a precision that belied his concern.
The strange shadow of worry on his face made me anxious.
I could feel the tension in his grip, the way his hands lingered over the tender spots, as if willing the pain to be transferred from me to him.
My breath hitched, not from the pain in my ankle but from seeing Evan's rare vulnerability.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, placing my hand on his hair.
"Uh, I'm just tired," he said.
"No, that's not all. It seems like something is bothering you. What's wrong?"
He stopped, looking up at me.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
His hands gently left my ankle, moving it aside so he could sit on the bed.
"I... I need to talk to you about something," he said nervously. "I didn't want you to worry about this now with everything you have going on, but I also don't like hiding anything from you. I don't ever want any secrets between us."
"Okay, what's going on?" I asked, sitting up.
"Today, Lionel and I had a Zoom meeting with the Nolte Administrators who stole your choreography."
"What do you mean you had a meeting with them?"
"Faith, I had to do something about this. I was not trying to interfere or make things worse for you, but you've always been here to help and support me when I'm in a bad situation, and I just wanted to do the same for you."
