Leah
I pressed the doorbell, and it opened on the third ring.
Edward stood behind it shirtless and barefoot, curls messy like he'd run a hand through them many times.
He blinked when he saw me. "Leah?"
My stomach twisted in guilt.
I had come to apologise for last night and had spent hours rehearsing, but every word disappeared the moment I saw him.
"Hi."
"Hi," he repeated. "I wasn't expecting you."
"Yeah... I tried calling before coming, but you weren't picking up."
His face scrunched as he rubbed his temple. "My head is killing me."
"Were you drinking?"
"A can knocked me out," he chuckled.
I laughed. "It's nice to meet someone I'm better than. Two cans is my max."
He laughed with me, low and tired for a moment before it died an awkward death, and we both found anything to st
