Elena’s POV
The house was quiet for a Saturday night. Rain tapped against the windows. I sat on my bed scrolling through my phone, seeing nothing. My mind kept circling back to those photos in Adrian’s room. Daniel’s head on his shoulder. The way they looked so comfortable together.
I had decided not to meet Daniel yet. Not until I knew more. Not until I understood what I was even asking about.
A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts.
“Come in,” I said.
Adrian opened the door. He wore a black T-shirt and grey joggers. His hair was still damp from the shower. He held two cans of soda.
“Hey,” he said. “I was going to watch a movie downstairs. Thought you might want to join me?” He lifted the cans slightly. “Brought drinks.”
For the past few days he had been different. Softer. He made
