Lydia’s P.O.V
“I’m crashing here tonight.”
That was all the explanation I got as Lyric shoved past me into my apartment with an overnight bag in hand, leaving me very confused, awkward and surprised.
“Excuse me?” I turned to face him once I had closed and locked my door. “What exactly do you mean by ‘I’m crashing here tonight’?”
“It means exactly what I said,” Lyric threw the bag in one corner and plopped down on my couch. “Look, it’s just for tonight. I’ll get a hotel room or something tomorrow and then you’ll be free of me.”
“You have a house.” I pointed out as I crossed my arms across my chest.
“Yes, one that is very unwelcoming at the moment.” He sighed and rubbed his hands over his eyes. “Come on, Lydia, it’s not like I haven’t been here before or spent the night.”
“I know you
