Zoey’s POV
I barely slept after what Christian confessed in the kitchen the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard his voice again.
“And after that, I kept noticing you.”
The words should have frightened me, that was the problem. Because beneath all the confusion and fear and unanswered questions, a part of me had reacted to that confession in the worst possible way and I liked it.
And now I don’t know what that said about him or me. Gray light spilled through the penthouse windows as I walked slowly into the kitchen wearing one of Christian’s oversized sweaters I’d borrowed days ago and never returned. The scent of coffee filled the quiet space, mixing with the low hum of muted news coverage playing from the television mounted across the room.
Christian was already awake,
