Austin took another step toward me, close enough that I could smell his cologne. “Unless you’d rather go back down to your cold apartment?” His voice dropped lower. “Or you can stay right here… with me.”
I swallowed hard. The storm roared outside, rain beating against the massive windows. My apartment downstairs was dark and freezing. Up here, the warm glow from the generator-powered lamps made everything feel safer. And dangerous at the same time.
“I’ll stay,” I said quietly. “Just until the power comes back.”
He smiled, slow and knowing. “Good choice.”
He poured me a small glass of red wine even though I’d asked for water earlier. I took it anyway. We moved to the living room, standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the entire city. Lightning flashed, lighting up the
