The apartment was quiet, almost too quiet. Riley sat at the edge of the couch, flipping through a magazine without reading a single word.
Her mind was tangled, her thoughts circling Ethan and the way his lips had felt on hers. She still tasted the danger of it, still felt the warmth that lingered on her skin.
The door creaked open. Marcus walked in, his expression unreadable, his eyes scanning the room before settling on her. He dropped his keys on the table with a clatter.
You’re home early,” Riley said quickly, her voice a little too high.
Practice was cut short,” Marcus replied, shrugging off his jacket. “The coach wanted a meeting.
Riley nodded, trying to act casual. “Oh, that’s nice. More rest for you.
Marcus’s gaze lingered on her. “You seem nervous.
I’m not nervous,” she sai
