Chapter 6 I stepped out of the van and stared at the dilapidated old house , as the live stream camera panned towards me , only capturing my back and no audio . I stood at the door , my mind blank for a few seconds , then pulled out my phone and called my former boss , who was also my long suffering best friend . Caspian told me , Long time no see , I said , my voice uncertain . I needed her to give me a reality check . So ? My best friends tone was exactly what Id expected . What else could he say ? Its not like he is madly in love with you . Lets be honest , who doesnt have an ex ? There are plenty of other options . Why would he pick a divorced woman like you ? Just because of those few months you were relying on each other ? Lets face it , that was a low point in his life . Who would want to remember that ? She was right . hung up the phone , took a deep breath , and turned the doorknob of the old cabin . Caspian was on a ladder , fixing the ceiling light , his arm muscles flexing as he worked . Just like . years ago , he was so full of strength . He might not need to train as intensely after retirement , but his physique hadnt changed . The old industrial lamp flickered , casting a dim yellow glow , illuminating a scene that was all too familiar . It was so familiar that I froze at the doorway , unable to bring myself to step inside . Food , he said , breaking the silence . It was simple , without any particular inflection . My unease seemed unnecessary . Perhaps , for Caspian , this reality show was just a PR stunt to fulfill a contract and end his marriage . Outside , snow was falling , and the wind howled . He was tall , his features sharp . He stood at the kitchen counter , preparing a hearty soup , radiating an unexpected domesticity . 3.69 snapped a picture of his back , posting it on social media to complete my assigned task . After dinner , he didnt let me do the dishes but instead , washed his hands and went to make bed . up the There was only one bed in the cabin . He said hed sleep on the floor . Do you need me to change the bandage on your lower back ? I asked . I can do it myself , he replied , his tone neutral . I stepped out of the bathroom , he had already placed a thin blanket and pillow on the floor . He was pulling a long bandage from his luggage . I looked away , grabbing my phone . At that moment , Jax sent me a voice message , which I accidentally played out loud . Jaxs voice , laced with a bit of complaining and veiled concern , filled the room : Are you sure youre okay with eating soup ? When you were at my place last time , you mentioned wanting cheesecake from that place , so I stopped by and got you some . That cheesecake was something Id mentioned casually on my birthday last year . He never bought it back then . After all this time , he was only bringing it up now , to maintain his sensitive persona and to give a decent excuse to his sponsors . I was staring at my phone when a shadow suddenly blocked the light . Can you help me with this ? Caspian was holding out the bandage . Hadnt he just said he could do it himself ? Changing the bandage , winding it around his torso , I had to reach with both hands and barely touched him . The New York suburban cabin was cold with a draft coming through the seams of the old house . The , snow and rain created an icy cold . I was close to him , yet we remained distant . My fingertips brushed against the bandage , and his face was turned away . Unlike that muggy , sunless apartment in the South where wed , time and time again , embraced each other as if today was all we had . The Ex Effect For My Top Tie F1 Driver click . The old industrial lamp came to life again , casting a warm , yellow glow . We stood under the lamplight . During the poorest , most hopeless year , we couldnt even bear to replace a light . Wed just kept using it , repairing the old lamp that would always make unsettling flashes in the middle of the night . Back then , eighteen year old Caspian told me , Every time it flickers , thats me thinking of you . Now , years later , with nothing lacking , the old lamp flickered again , countless times . I looked up at him , somewhat confused , Did you not fix it earlier ? 3 He paused , meeting my eyes . Yeah , I did it on purpose . I asked , Why ? He gave me a complicated look . If it was fixed , you wouldnt hear it . I was stunned . He took the bandage from my hand and wrapped it around himself . His movements were quick and precise . Daisy , he said again . Yes ? Soup or cheesecake ? A person always has to be honest about their preference when it comes to food . 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