-Denise-
The drive back to my apartment was heavy with silence—partly shock, mostly fury at David.
He had crossed the line today. He should have listened. He shouldn’t have endangered me and Celeste like he did.
When we reached the building, the elevator ride was no different. My hands clutched my chest reflexively when his brushed against mine.
The only reason I had let him come up at all was because he had to drop my stuff off.
He tried to make a joke out of what happened, trying to lighten the situation. “It felt like a movie scene, didn’t it?” he chuckled.
I didn’t laugh. I didn’t flinch.
Damn it, I hate him so much right now.
When we arrived at my apartment, and he put the items down, I opened the door. Without a word, I gestured sharply for him to leave.
She blinked, confus
