Hurry Up, Please

I look over at my empty closet and finish folding the last hoodie into the suitcase and stop to take a breath. My heart feels like it’s trying to crawl out of my chest, and I can’t tell if it’s fear or longing or both.

Maybe it’s all of it.

I don’t want to leave. Not really. Not Declan’s warm hands and soft mouth, or Vance’s intense touches and heated glances. I don’t want to leave behind the arms