I paused, turning toward the door.
I looked down at my body. I was wearing a satin set of pajamas, short shorts on the bottom and camisole top. In blood red. I wondered if I should change, or at least throw a cardigan over the top. I looked toward the door, where I’d hung an oversized sweatshirt on a hook by the door.
I didn’t put it on.
I walked slowly toward the door, smoothing my now-loose hair behind my ears. I opened the door, my heart beating so loudly I could have sworn it was audible.
It was Hunter.
His face was flushed, almost panicked. What was he doing here? I was surprised too that he was away from Maya on a night like this, given her mood earlier. She’d seemed to need him.
And it seemed to me that the draw of her need was too much for him to resist.
There must be
