Rowan’s pov
The drive to my home was silent. She stared out the window, jaw tight, while I kept my focus on the road. It wasn’t until we stepped into my apartment that the atmosphere shifted. She glanced around, my apartment was simple and clean with everything in order. It wasn't her first time here after all.
Without waiting for instruction, she set herself up on the low table in the living room, pulling out her laptop, opening it, diving back in as though she had lived here all her life. I poured myself a glass of water, then leaned against the counter, watching her.
Her hair slipped forward as she bent over the screen. Absentmindedly, she tucked a strand behind her ear, baring the line of her neck. A slender neck, smooth, luminous even under the harsh lamplight. Something ti
