Emily’s POV
A week had passed. A week of silence that was anything but quiet.
I wanted to throw the roses away, but that wouldn’t have been fair to them, so I kept them inside my apartment, displayed on my kitchen table.
I am eating while I sit on my sofa because of how big the bouquet is. I can’t believe Jin spent his money on something so big.
He has been inside my apartment; he knows I don’t have the space for something like that! Besides, what was the need?
A message would have sufficed.
"Is he still out there?" Chloe's voice cut through the tense silence. She was perched on my sofa, a pint of ice cream in her hand that she'd brought as both a peace offering and a tactical resource.
I didn't need to ask who "he" was. With a sigh that came from the depths of my soul, I moved
