William walked in dressed sharp, holding a bag full of groceries.
Elsie blinked in confusion, trying to recall if she'd been delirious enough last night to give him her password.
Her mind felt like a pinball machine—bouncing between the taste of that herbal drink Grace had made and the lingering scent of William’s cologne from last night.
He acted like he owned the place, kicked off his shoes at the entrance, slipped on a pair of men’s slippers he'd clearly used before, shrugged off his coat, and went to wash his hands like he did this every day.
"When did you learn my door code?"
"Just today. Thought you’d still be sleeping. Took a wild guess so I wouldn't wake you,” he said, walking over and pressing his palm to her forehead. “Still this warm?”
This wasn’t the first t
