Heartbroken, half-drunk, and crashing on my best friend's couch wasn't exactly part of the plan.

Then I opened the bathroom door and saw something I wasn't meant to see—something private, intimate, and unmistakably about me.

Adrian didn't look away. He just smiled like he'd been waiting for this moment.

Now I can't stop remembering how he looked… how he said my name.
I shouldn't want more. But I do.