KATHERINE
It was stupid late. Like the moon was all bright and judgy outside my window and I was just sitting on my bed in my ratty sleep shirt trying not to think. Then I heard a sharp knock on the door like someone’s tryna knock it off the hinges. I knew it was him before I even moved. Only one person knocks like that, like the door personally pissed him off.
I dragged myself up, yanked the door open, and there he was. Stephen. Leaning on the frame looking like he just walked out of some dumb fantasy poster. Black shirt half open, chest showing, hair all messy like he’d been pulling at it, eyes tired but still doing that cocky sparkle thing. He looked hot and I hated him so much for it.
“What do you want?” I basically growled.
He didn’t even answer. Just pushed past me, walked in l
