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Dinner was simpler—grilled meat, rice, vegetables.
We ate outside.
Kai told embarrassing childhood stories about Lance.
Lance threatened murder.
Eric laughed.
Ren watched me laugh.
I noticed.
"Stop staring," I muttered.
"Can't help it."
"Ren."
"I like seeing you happy."
My chest tightened.
Later, everyone went inside.
I lingered again.
Ren lingered again.
"Do we always do this?" I asked.
"Apparently."
"Should we stop?"
"…No."
We sat on the steps.
Close.
Not touching.
"Do you regret… us?" he asked quietly.
I turned to him. "Never."
He exhaled like he'd been holding his breath for years.
"Good."
Silence.
Warm.
Soft.
"I'm scared sometimes," he admitted.
"Of what?"
"Messing this up."
I reached out.
Took his hand.
This time, I didn't panic.
He squeezed gently.
We didn't hide it.
Not from anyone.
Just… held hands.
The moon watched.
When we finally went inside, Eric glanced at us.
He smirked.
Kai whistled.
