Cross stood in the doorway, his figure unexpectedly filling the room, and my heart stopped in my chest. For a split second, everything seemed to freeze—the air thick with the unspoken.
He looked at me briefly, then back at Vincent, his voice smooth and calm. “Sorry,” Cross said with a slight nod, as if this were just another ordinary misunderstanding. “I must’ve walked into the wrong room. My mistake.”
Vincent didn’t immediately respond, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Wrong room?” he asked, his voice low, clearly trying to make sense of the situation.
“Yeah,” Cross replied with an easy smile, stepping back toward the door.
“I was looking for someone else, I guess. No big deal. I’ll just go.”
He flashed another quick, tight smile, the kind he reserved for moments where he wanted to
