Chapter Eleven.
She arrived at his apartment not long after ten, her belly full of pizza and her body feeling quite rested after another sleep.
She stepped up to the door and knocked. It opened within only a few seconds.
“Hey, Emmy.” His voice sounded exhausted as he greeted her with a soft smile, wearing only jeans and a white singlet.
Her mouth went dry and she swallowed.
He was heart-wrenchingly beautiful when he looked this vulnerable. So normal, without his armor of sophistication.
She stepped in and closed the door, following him into the kitchen where the wine was already out. One glass and a fresh bottle of red, his glass of water nearby.
“Bad meeting?”
He ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “Ah, yeah. It wasn’t exactly a work meeting. I know I said it was, but it was a
