She felt her heart slam against her ribs so hard she was sure Henry could hear it echoing in the quiet room.
“Henry, what are you doing here?” The words tumbled out in a breathless rush. She sat frozen on the edge of the bed, oversized T-shirt riding high on her thighs, phone still clutched in her lap like a lifeline. Her cheeks burned hot. “When did you get home? I was worried sick! I was literally about to call you! I thought something happened at the office or… or that you were avoiding me after everything today.”
Henry didn’t answer right away. He simply stepped fully inside, the soft click of the door shutting behind him slicing through the silence like a promise. He leaned back against it for a second, arms loosely crossed over his chest, that lazy, knowing smirk tugging at the cor
