Rowan
I hadn't spoken to anyone in three days.
Not Adrian. Not Soren. No one.
After Adrian's confession, I needed air—space—and time to think. I'd gone back to my own apartment, locked the doors, silenced my phone, and let the walls swallow me whole. I didn't know what I was more confused about—Adrian's feelings or my own.
But solitude had a way of driving your thoughts into chaos rather than clarity.
I wasn't in love with him or anything. Adrian was a good friend to me and while I appreciated his company, I was still into Soren so much that I was beginning to ask myself if I was okay in the head.
So when my phone finally buzzed on the morning of the fourth day, the name "Soren" blinking across the screen, I almost ignored it. Almost.
"We need to talk," he said, his voice surprisingly calm, too even for him.
"If this is about sex—"
"It's not," he cut in quickly. "I promise. Just… meet me. Please."
