Adrian sat on my bed like he owned the space. His jacket draped over the desk chair, his legs stretched out like this was familiar ground. Like I was familiar ground.
I blinked, caught off guard. "What are you doing here?"
He glanced up at me, calm, unreadable. "You weren't responding to any of my texts."
"I didn't see them." My voice was more defensive than I intended.
He hummed, not buying it. "Or did your little friend's presence stop you? I had a feeling you'd be back around this time."
"So, you just waited in my room?" I stepped further in, my fingers tightening around the strap of my tote.
Adrian shrugged. "Sloane, let me in."
Of course she did.
He looked me over in the way he always did, like he could read through every layer of me and still be amused by what he foun
