- RAYA -
Communication is hard. Often we hint around the things we mean without ever directly saying them. But when Dex claims that only one person could text him in distress and send him running, it's about as plain a confession as it could be. And his gaze makes it plainer.
He's not jealous of Jay being with his ex, because he doesn't want her. He wants… me.
At that moment it feels like my heart scatters into a million fluttering butterflies with wings made of flames. And all I can do is sit here and feel it—this match Dex has struck in my heart with his words and what they imply.
I recall him standing at the top of the steps in the loft, out of breath and deeply relieved. He did come running to help me, just as he said. He made it so quickly, because he was worried. Then he hugged me and kissed my head and made me dinner.
