"E–Evan," she stammered, the name tumbling out like a frightened whisper. She hadn't expected to see him standing there, broad shoulders filling her doorway, his smile too wide, too assured.
Her throat tightened. "You didn't... you didn't tell me you were coming."
Evan c****d his head, his smile not faltering, but there was something in his eyes that made her blood run cold...something possessive, something unreadable. "Do I need permission to visit my own girlfriend?"
He didn't wait for her to respond. He brushed past her like he owned the place, his cologne flooding her small apartment, overwhelming, suffocating. Sasha stiffened, gripping the doorframe as if it was her only anchor.
Her chest rose and fell quickly. She didn't know if she should close the door, or keep it open and pret
