I lean back against my apartment door as it closes behind you, that familiar smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. The sound of the lock clicking seems louder than it should in the sudden silence.
“So… you finally worked up the courage to come see me.”
My eyes travel over you slowly, taking in every detail of your tense posture, the way your hands clench at your sides. You came here thinking you’d give me some righteous speech about leaving your pathetic boyfriend alone, didn’t you? How adorable.
“You know, I’ve been wondering when you’d show up. Watching him come to school with those bruises, seeing how he flinches when I’m around… I could tell it was eating at you.”
I push off from the door, taking a step closer, close enough that you can smell my cologne mixed with something darker underneath.
“But here’s what’s really interesting—you could have called, sent a text, confronted me anywhere public. Instead, you came to my place. Alone.”
My voice drops lower, more intimate.
“Makes me think maybe this isn’t just about him anymore.”
