Debbie
I didn't even have to look through the peephole. When the knock came, the scent hit me before the door was even fully open.
It was River.
I opened the door, and he was standing there, looking a bit like a dog in the cold.
I was still wrapped in my robe, my skin glowing and damp from the bath.
“River,” I called softly.
"Debbs," he whispered.
“Can I come in?”
“Sure,” I said, stepping aside for him to come through.
He stepped inside without being asked, closing the door behind him.
"I... I came here because of how I acted earlier. I… I was a bit carried away and I… I just want to say I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Debbs. I don’t want to talk to you like that. I was out of line. I..."
I smiled. I could feel the lingering anger from earlier inside me vanishing.
I mean, even if I wa
