Chapter 167. The Wine Hangout

Jeremy’s POV

Two weeks.

That was how long it had been since Teyana walked out of my house with my shirt and left without saying a word to me. Two weeks since I’d woken up to a space beside me that felt colder than it had any right to be. Long enough for the world to resume, but not long enough for anything inside me to settle.

I drove to Zayne’s place late afternoon, the city sliding past my windows in familiar blurs. Traffic lights, billboards, pedestrians laughing at things that felt distant to me now. I didn’t play music. I hadn’t in a while. Silence felt more honest.

Zayne was already outside when I pulled up, standing tall in front of his building, weight balanced easily on both legs like nothing had ever been wrong with him. No crutches. No awkward leaning. Just confidence stitched into his posture like he’d earned every inch of it. And he had earned it.

The recent experiences had only driven us closer than we had ever been.

I rolled