The door slammed open just past midnight. She hadn’t expected him. Hadn’t heard from him in a week. No texts. No knock. Just silence that sat in her chest like a rock. But now he was standing there, in the same black hoodie she used to tug off with her teeth, eyes darker than she remembered, jaw clenched like he hadn’t slept in days.
“I told myself I was done,” Kade said before she could speak. “Told myself this was over. That I was finished being your toy.”
She blinked at him, heart hammering, but didn’t move.
“And I believed it for a few days,” he added, voice low. “Until I saw some guy leave your building last night.”
He stepped forward.
“I waited,” he said. “In my car. I just sat there like a f*****g i***t and watched him come out. He kissed your cheek. You laughed. You looked hap
