I wanted him.
I blinked away the burning in my eyes when we finally pulled up to my apartment building.
I looked up at it.
It had once represented a place I could call my own. A place to get away from my parents.
My sanctuary.
Now, it just looked too different, too abnormally shaped, tooofffor me to want to get back in there.
“We’re here,” Roman said softly.
Like me, he had been quiet for most of the day.
I didn’t know what he was thinking, and I didn’t dare look at him.
I opened the passenger side door and climbed out, reaching down by the floorboard for my bag.
I chanced a glance at him.
His eyes were unreadable.
“Go rest, baby. It’s been a long day.”
I frowned. “What about you? Where are you going?”
“I have church.”
I blinked, not sure I heard him right. “Church?”
Was he going to confess all his sins?
He grinned. “That’s what we call club meetings.
“Oh.”
I bit my lip and looked away from him.
It wasn’t like I had forgotten about his job or who he was. It was just easier to ignore it when we were in the cabin.
I never thought I would miss it so intensely.
“Be careful,” I said.
His face was soft when he nodded. “Go.”
I blinked and moved back, closing the door behind me.
I stayed where I was until he drove off and until I couldn’t see his truck anymore before making my way back to the building.
I barely remembered the elevator ride up. Or when I used my own keys to open the apartment door, or even when I changed into my pajamas and climbed into bed.
I looked up at my ceiling.
Somewhere in this room were the cameras Roman installed to watch me when he wasn’t around.
I looked around but couldn’t see anything.
