Adrian’s POV
I woke up thirsty.
The clock on my nightstand read 3:15 AM. My throat felt like sandpaper. I’d gotten home about an hour ago and crashed immediately, too tired to do anything but fall into bed.
Now my body was demanding water.
I got up and padded out of my room in just my boxers and a t-shirt. The house was dark and quiet. Elena’s door was closed. She was probably asleep.
The kitchen floor was cold under my bare feet. I didn’t bother turning on the lights; I just let the moonlight from the window guide me to the fridge.
I pulled it open. The cold air felt good against my skin.
“Oh.”
I turned.
Elena stood in the doorway, one hand on the frame. She wore an old t-shirt and shorts, her hair loose around her shoulders. She looked surprised to see me.
“Didn’t know you were
