It’s the early hours of the morning when I reach my apartment building. Exhausted, tired, and hungry, I just want to take a shower and get to sleep. As I climb the steps to my apartment, I catch a familiar scent. My eyes widen and my blood turns cold, but before I can run back down, Noah’s voice sounds from the top of the stairs. “Don’t leave on my account, Sophia. I just came here to talk to you.”
Instinct is screaming at me to run, but he knows where I live. Where am I supposed to run to?
Closing my eyes for a heartbeat, I gather up every ounce of courage within me and take the next few steps to reach the landing.
Noah is standing by my door, his hands in his pockets. From the scant light of the hallway, I can see that he’s grown out of his chubby face. He’s leaner now, more attractiv
