"Elle."
Adrian’s voice carried through the room as he stepped inside. Elle was curled up on the bed, leaning against the headboard, completely absorbed in her book. At the sound of his voice, she let out a distracted hum, barely lifting her gaze.
"How was practice?" she asked, setting the book aside. "Did you eat? Want me to—"
"No need." Adrian cut her off, his tone firm but not unkind. He stepped closer, watching her reaction. "The team grabbed dinner after practice."
Elle gave a small nod. "That’s good, then." She reached for her book again, ready to pick up where she left off, but Adrian was faster—he snatched it right out of her grasp.
"Hey!" she protested, eyes narrowing as she looked up at him.
"Let’s talk." Adrian said simply, flipping the book shut and placing it on the bedsi
