"Where have you been?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
James stumbled slightly as he stepped inside, his hazy eyes finally lifting to meet mine while he fumbled with his keys. His button-down shirt was only half-tucked into his pants, and it wasn’t even buttoned correctly. The sight of him like this—disheveled, reeking of alcohol and something else I didn’t want to think about—made my stomach churn.
He looked exactly like he had the night of our graduation party. The night we snuck away from everyone, tumbling into a dark closet where he had f****d me against a stack of coats. Both of us too drunk to care, too drunk to realize how messy and impulsive it was. But still. That had been years ago. We were supposed to be different now.
He grinned at me, but it wasn’t charming
