My hands are shaking and I hate that he can probably see it. I hate that I'm standing here half naked in front of him, feeling exposed in more ways than one.
"How did you even get in?" I ask.
"The same way you did," he replies.
My chest tightens. "You have a key? My key?."
He doesn't answer directly.
Of course he does.
Of course he does.
I feel stupid for ever thinking this place was separate from him. That I could just disappear into it and he wouldn't know.
"You scared me," I say, and my voice cracks despite how hard I try to keep it steady. "You don't just sit in the dark in someone's bedroom."
His expression shifts slightly at that. Something flickers there. Regret, maybe. Or irritation at himself.
"I knocked," he says.
"I was in the shower."
He looks at my damp hair. The towel and water still clinging to my skin.
Silence stretches between us
My breathing is still uneven and I can feel my pulse in my wrists where I'm gripping the towel.
