"Goodnight."
I walked into the hallway and heard his door close behind me. The hallway was empty and aggressively ordinary. I was a completely different version of myself from the one who'd asked about the lamp through a partially open door.
I entered my place. My hand was not at my mouth. I was a twenty-nine-year-old adult, and I was not standing in my living room with my hand pressed to my mouth like I'd just been kissed for the first time by someone I'd been thinking about since I walked into the wrong unit.
On second thought, I was absolutely doing that.
I turned the music on, and the condo started breathing again. It felt like a room after something great had happened.
I sat on the couch and leaned back.
Bryan would have had something to say. "Sul, this isn't casual and you know it."
He wasn't wrong.
I turned the music up.
