The knock came just past 9:30 PM.
Rose had been pacing the apartment for half an hour, talking herself out of texting him. Then into it. Then out again.
She opened the door without even checking the peephole this time.
Adrian stood there with his hands in his pockets and a look in his eyes that said he wasn’t sure if he should be there, but that he needed to be.
“I was just about to—” she began, then stopped. “Come in.”
He stepped inside, brushing past her, his scent warm and familiar. He didn’t look like he’d come for seduction—worn jeans, plain black t-shirt, tousled hair. But there was something different in his posture. Tension in his shoulders. Something unsaid hangs between them.
“Everything okay?” she asked, closing the door.
He turned to face her slowly. “I needed to see you
