C69

MELISSA

Nicho was silent, still avoiding my eyes. My patience was wearing thin, and I finally spoke up.

“Nicho!” My voice was sharp, and it made him lift his head.

“You were about to say something,” I reminded him, my tone loud.

His brows furrowed. “I don’t know how to start,” he muttered.

“You don’t need to overthink it. Just start,” I encouraged, trying to hold onto my patience