“I’m pulling up now,” he said, breaking the silence. “See you in a minute, baby.”
I hung up and quickly wiped down the equipment I’d used before grabbing my phone and water. I was just removing my headphones when the main door opened in front of me.
My smile fell when Enoch stepped into the light of the entryway. His eyes were red like he’d been crying. In the next second I was standing directly in front of him. A blaze of anger stoked in my chest as I wondered what or who had him crying.
Fuck, was it me? Did I do something?
Enoch dropped his duffle onto the floor as he pulled me into a hug, sighing deeply as he rested his head on top of mine.
“I don’t know if you wanna be hugging me right now,” I mumbled into his chest. “I’m rather sweaty.”
“I don’t care,” he whispered, his arms squeezing tighter around my back.
My mind raced, trying to figure out what had him clinging to me like his life depended on it. I let him hold me until hefinally let go and stepped back, giving me a smile as his eyes scanned the length of my body.
“I missed you.”
I smiled back and nodded, “Me too.”
I motioned for Enoch to follow me, and I led us to the elevator. I peeked over at him and he caught my stare. I cleared my throat, rocking back on my heels. The elevator finally opened and we made it to my apartment. He stepped inside and I busied myself with locking the door and grabbing some water from the fridge.
“Thirsty? Hungry?”
Enoch shook his head and my eyes bounced around the space, unsure what to do.
Enoch chuckled and stepped into my space.
“Why are you acting like I haven’t already stayed the night here?”
I shrugged, studying his brown eyes.
“Well, don’t mind me. You gonna shower?”
My nose scrunched as I remembered I was sweaty and probably smelled. “Yes. You can watch TV if you want.”
“Sure.”
We stared at each other for another minute before he stepped back, allowing me to walk around him and towards my bedroom. As I passed my bed, my eye caught on my bedside table and my stomach dropped.
Fuck.
What if I grab my gun in my sleep, thinking Enoch’shimand I hurt him?
“Shy?”
I startled at the sound of his voice from behind me in the living room. I slowly turned, meeting his questioning gaze.
“I didn’t think about…the gun.”
Enoch’s brow rose as if he didn’t understand the problem before I watched recognition flicker across his face.
“Do you want me to move it? Put it somewhere you don’t know while you’re showering?”
“That kinda defeats the purpose of owning a weapon, if when I need it, I can’t fucking find it.”
Enoch’s shoulder rose. “I’ll give it back in the morning. But tonight, I’ll know where it is.”
“You know how to use it?”
