Click!
The door to Nathan's apartment swung inward and he filled the modest space, switching on the lights.
It had barely been two days, yet, it felt like he hadn't been there in weeks.
His light steps filled the air as he crossed the small living room. Once he was in his bedroom, he crashed onto the bed, sprawling.
The softness of his sheets welcomed him, carrying the familiar scent of home. He snuggled, curling up.
If only he could sleep.
He groaned, sitting up with his legs folded. His fingers drummed lightly on his thigh, a plethora of thoughts racing through his mind.
He wondered if it could work.
Spending the night at Valentino's house and leaving once it was daybreak.
Celyn had suggested it.
It was supposed to keep Mikhail from finding out—but in truth, it was to
