~Tori's POV~
The silence in the house was heavy, the kind of quiet that felt like it was pressing against my eardrums, punctuated only by the distant, rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock somewhere in the foyer.
Lexi... my best friend, was out cold upstairs, a messy tangle of limbs and blonde hair, dead to the world after four tequila shots and a night of dancing that had left us both smelling like salt and cheap perfume. But I was wired. My skin felt too tight, buzzing with a restless energy that had nothing to do with the alcohol and everything to do with the man I knew was still awake behind the heavy oak doors of the study.
I shouldn't have been down here. I was wearing one of Lexi’s oversized T-shirts which barely cleared the curve of my ass, and nothing else. My bare feet padd
