I know it's him before he's done knocking.
The brisk, loud pounding of his fist against the wood was distinct, and I didn't even get a second to consider letting him in before he yanked on the handle. Of course, I've locked the door.
He sighed, sounding exasperated. Then there's the sound of keys, one of them being pushed into the lock. The forceful turning.
I smirked, since I'd changed the locks the same morning I'd left his place in a fury. I'd called some random locksmith and paid cash, all while the cameras in- and outside of my apartment were scrambled. He shouldn't be able to get in. Not even if-
But the door swung open anyway, and I looked up with surprise to find him standing in my doorway, a frown on his face.
"How the f**k-"
"I'm starting to think you don't want me to have
