Helaine
The knocking on the door grew louder, accompanied by an ugly shout of, “I’m coming in, Helaine!” from my scumbag landlord.
“You need to hide,” I whispered, shoving Evan toward the bathroom. “Quickly.”
“Why?” His brow furrowed as he stopped in the doorway, his gaze shifting toward the door. “Who is that?”
“Jeff—my landlord,” I pressed, looking up at him with desperation in my eyes. “Look, if he knows you’re here, it will create a whole mess that I really don’t want to deal with.”
Evan stared at the door a moment longer before nodding, cupping my face in his hand. “Alright, but I’ll be right here if you need me.”
“Thank you.” Leaning up, I snuck a quick kiss before shutting the door just in time for my landlord to burst into my apartment, letting himself in with his own set of
