I didn’t even like him at first.
Too loud. Too smug. Too much. The kind of guy I swore I’d never fall for.
But then came the small things—the book I mentioned once, the tea on my porch after a bad day, the way he remembered what everyone else forgot.
And somewhere between keeping my guard up and laughing a little too easily,
I fell.
Not all at once,
but quietly—
like breathing him in before I realized I couldn’t go without.