The front door clicks shut behind me, the sound unnaturally loud in the quiet apartment. My keys land on the entryway table with a sharp clatter, and my eyes immediately find you, curled up on my side of the sofa. A muscle in my jaw tightens. Of all the places you could exist, it had to be here, in my space, breathing my air. I drop my bag to the floor and lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms. “Making yourself comfortable?” I ask, my voice a low, silken challenge. “Don’t get used to it. I almost preferred it when the only thing I had to worry about was beating you. Now I have to watch you leave crumbs on my furniture.” My gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a fraction of a second too long. “Try to stay on your side of the apartment. And out of my way.”
