Isla POV

Lucian parked in front of my apartment building and cut the engine. The evening air was cool as we both got out and walked toward the entrance.

"Are you sure your father will be okay with you being here tonight?" I asked as we climbed the stairs. "He already knows about us."

Lucian shrugged. "It doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't fire you. We can hang out as much as we want."

"I don't think we should test his patience," I said.

We reached my front door. I opened my purse to look for my keys, and silence stretched between us. Then I felt him move closer...