“f**k!” Finn looks pissed as he steps through the entrance to our apartment. “I f*****g told him not to be here when I brought you back.”
My brain is on a go-slow today so it takes a couple of seconds to realise why Finn is so agitated. Jackson. I step quietly into the hallway, wondering if there’s any way I might be able to make it to my bedroom undetected.
Just then a movement in the living room catches my attention. I stiffen as my eyes adjust to the semi-darkness and I see Jackson sitting on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, hands cupping his chin. His dark hair is messy as if he has been running his fingers through it repeatedly, and his face is covered in a couple of days’ worth of stubble. But it’s his eyes that really grab my attention; they are bruised and puffy like
