“How did you get in here?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, filled with fear and anger so tightly I couldn’t separate them.
“Your building’s night doorman recognizes me now.” Julian stepped further into the room, unhurried, as if he hadn’t just materialized in my bedroom at two in the morning like something out of a nightmare. “I’ve been here before. Waiting for you to come home, more times than you know.”
“That’s not an answer, that’s a confession.” I scrambled back against the headboard, phone still clutched in my hand. “You’ve been in my apartment before? Without me knowing?”
“Never inside. Only the lobby.” Something flickered across his face, not quite shame, but close enough to it that it startled me. “I told myself watching from a distance was harmless. I understand now
