His smile faltered slightly. "Olivia, I just wanted to apologize for—"
I didn't let him finish. With a swift movement, I slammed the door in his face, the satisfying thud echoing through my apartment.
Through the door, I heard him sigh. "I'll leave this here for you," he called, his voice muffled. "We need to talk eventually, Olivia."
I leaned against the door, listening to his retreating footsteps. Only when I was sure he was gone did I allow myself to relax.
Sleep was impossible now. I glanced at the clock—6:30 AM. With a resigned sigh, I headed to the bathroom to prepare for the day ahead.
As I showered, my thoughts drifted to Connor. His late-night call had been brief but reassuring. Unlike Ethan, Connor respected my boundaries, never pushing or manipulating.
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