Returning to work after almost dying from rain-induced stupidity felt strangely emotional.
Mostly because this was my first official morning as:
healthy
functioning
and technically living with Adrian
Which honestly still sounded fake in my head.
I stood in front of the mirror inside Adrian’s penthouse adjusting the sleeve of my blouse while trying very hard not to overthink my entire existence.
Again.
“You’re staring at yourself like you owe yourself money.”
I turned immediately.
Adrian stood near the bedroom doorway already dressed for work in a charcoal suit with his tie loosened slightly while fixing his cufflinks.
And unfortunately—
he looked unfairly attractive before nine in the morning.
“That’s because my life changed too fast,” I complained dramatically.
“You’re adjus
