The two walked back to Eden’s apartment, the cool night air clung to their wet skin, making gooseflesh rise on Eden's arms, but Thomas’s gaze fixed intently on her. The tension between them was palpable, a living thing that pulsed with its own energy, and Thomas's eyes gleamed with a predator's intensity as he stalked her, locked in and prideful that she was able to utter those three words.
Eden opened the door to her apartment effortlessly, not needing to unlock it. Thomas, still feeling the lingering tension from their intimate moment by the pool, stepped in behind her, his eyes narrowing as he noticed the door hadn’t been locked.
“Eden,” he scolded, his voice sharp with frustration. “You really need to lock your door. And bring your keys with you next time.”
The words hung in the ai
