YULIA
The moment I saw Kendrick standing outside my apartment, every thought in my head disappeared, and judging by that look on his face, something had happened.
“Kendrick?”
Instead of answering, he stepped inside.
I moved aside automatically, watching him pull off his sunglasses and cap before running a hand through his hair. He looked tired, not physically, but mentally, like something had been sitting on his shoulders all day.
He turned to face me. “You didn't call me when I told you to.” His voice wasn't loud, but it carried enough disappointment for me to hear it.
“I...” I rubbed the back of my neck. “I knew Jude would've told you I'd gotten back safely.”
“I know he did.” His eyes stayed on mine. “But I wanted you to call me too.”
“Oh.” I winced, feeling guilty. “I'm sorry.
