Lexi wasn’t the jealous type—or at least, she’d convinced herself she wasn’t. But this version of herself? This woman who counted how many times Julian had checked on his sick ex-girlfriend today? She was someone new. And she didn’t like it.
Adriana had been there a week now.
A week of soft sighs, innocent questions, and lingering glances. And Julian? He didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he did—and just didn’t care.
Lexi turned, startled, as Adriana’s voice rang out behind her.
“Oh—sorry. Didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” Adriana stepped into the kitchen wearing one of Julian’s old hoodies, her bare legs visible beneath. Her hair was braided back loosely, her skin pale but glowing.
Lexi forced a smile. “You didn’t.”
“I couldn’t sleep,” Adriana said, walking to the fridge. “It’s still st
