“I do not hate emotions,” Adrian’s voice called again.
Amelia yelled upward immediately—
“YOU’RE LITERALLY EAVESDROPPING.”
Silence.
Then calmly—
“This is my apartment.”
I buried my face into the blanket laughing.
Two minutes later Adrian finally came downstairs wearing dark sweatpants and a black long-sleeved shirt with damp hair slightly falling over his forehead.
And honestly?
Rude.
Just offensively attractive for no reason.
Amelia saw me staring.
This Dangerous woman immediately smirked.
“Oh she’s gone for you.”
“I’m sick, leave me alone.”
Adrian walked directly toward the kitchen ignoring both of us.
“I’m making dinner.”
“I’m eating too,” Amelia announced instantly.
“Make your own food.”
“Wow.”
“You’re an adult.”
“I traveled here to come see you.”
“Still an adult.
