That evening, Sydney got a spot right in front of Hunter’s apartment, glad she already had the permit in her window. Nerves skittered through her. Her life suddenly felt very unsettled and that was all due to Hunter. She’d accepted that she wouldn’t have any relationships until after she graduated. She was okay with it. He was making a mess of everything, but not necessarily in a bad way. She hoped.
Grabbing her bag, she ran up to the house. The sound hit her through the door. Hunter was playing. That man knew how to play a ballad. If it wasn’t so freaking cold out, she would’ve stood on the porch and just listened. But the cold seeped through her layers, so she rang the bell.
Less than a minute later, Hunter answered the door with his sax in hand. He wore a T-shirt and sweatpants. His h
