The small apartment stayed quiet except for the sound of rain hitting the windows. The storm outside should have made the room feel calm, but the tension between them only grew heavier.
Jonathan finally seemed to realize he had gone too far. He saw the hurt in Lucy’s face, the way her bottom lip trembled slightly as she looked at him. Frustration flashed across his face. He dragged a hand through his damp hair and looked away from her.
“I’m gonna make some coffee,” he muttered roughly. “You can take the bed. I’ll stay on the couch until the rain slows down.”
He turned quickly, like distance was the only thing keeping him under control, like leaving was the right thing to do.
And maybe it was.
But Lucy suddenly realized she was tired of being left behind. For years, that was all Adrian
