"You sound… busy," she said, voice careful. "If you've got something to do, I can call you later."
It was light, polite, perfectly reasonable… the kind of thing people say when they don't want to sound like they care too much.
But inside, a small ripple of grievance moved through her chest.
Not the dramatic, stormy kind… just a quiet ache.
She'd had a long day… shooting till late, endless retakes, makeup lights burning her eyes. The kind of day that drains you from the inside out.
And the only reason she'd even called him tonight was because she felt that hearing his voice would make things feel… easier. Just like a vulnerable girl, who wanted to spend the time with her man, after their first time.
Even though it was all an accident, now that it had happened, they couldn't just deny it. And she didn't want anything grand. Not promises, not declarations… just a bit of warmth.
Some softness.
