The apartment was quiet. Too quiet.
The rain was gone, leaving the city glowing beneath the night sky. She stood at the door of his bedroom with her heartbeat pounding in her throat. It was almost midnight. She hadn’t been able to sleep. Not after the way he’d taken her that morning against the wall, not after how easy it was to give in.
She raised her hand and knocked softly.
The door opened a few seconds later. He was shirtless again, wearing only dark sweatpants, the fabric hanging loose on his hips. His hair was slightly messy, his jaw shadowed.
He didn’t ask why she was there. He didn’t need to.
“You couldn’t sleep,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
She hesitated at the doorway. “No.”
He stepped back, leaving the door open. “Then come in.”
She crossed the threshold slowly. His r
