Anna pushed the apartment door shut with her heel, the lock clicking soft in the quiet. The hallway was dark except for the faint blue glow from the streetlight sneaking through the blinds. She exhaled hard, shoulders dropping. Twelve hours behind the bar—sticky spilled beer, cigarette smoke clinging to her hair, and that one girl with the short black hair who’d leaned over the counter for the last three rounds just to watch Anna’s mouth move while she talked. The way her eyes had dropped to Anna’s lips every time she licked salt off the rim of a shot glass. f**k. That look had stayed with her the whole walk home.
She let her bag thud to the floor. Kicked her boots off one by one. The apartment smelled like Riley’s vanilla candle and the faint citrus of whatever body wash she used. No lig
