Adrian’s POV
I pulled up to Daniel’s place just after nine. The street was quiet, just the usual row of neat little houses with porch lights on. His front door opened before I even got out of the car. He stood there in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt that hugged his chest just right. He smiled that lazy smile that always made my stomach flip.
“Took you long enough,” he said.
“Traffic,” I lied. The truth was I sat in the driveway at home for ten minutes trying to calm my nerves. We had been doing this for months. And I enjoyed every bit of it.
He stepped aside to let me in. The house smelt like him, clean soap and that woodsy cologne he liked. No shoes by the door tonight. Just us.
We didn’t bother with small talk. We never really did anymore. He shut the door, locked it, and the s
