Noah didn't come back that night.
Leighton heard his car pull in around three in the morning. Heard his footsteps on the stairs. Heard his bedroom door close.
She didn't sleep.
By morning, he was already gone. His office door was closed, but when she pressed her ear against it, she heard nothing. No typing. No phone calls. Empty.
He'd left the house entirely.
Day one of avoidance.
She spent Saturday preparing for her new job. Researching the company's recent projects. Reading articles about their software. Picking out outfits that looked professional but not like she was trying too hard.
Anything to keep busy. Anything to stop replaying Thursday night over and over.
His thumb on her lip. His breath on her mouth. The way he'd looked at her like she was something he wanted but couldn
