Lydia’s P.O.V

“I’m crashing here tonight.”

That was all the explanation I got as Lyric shoved past me into my apartment with an overnight bag in hand, leaving me very confused, awkward and surprised.

“Excuse me?” I turned to face him once I had closed and locked my door. “What exactly do you mean by ‘I’m crashing here tonight’?”

“It means exactly what I said,” Lyric threw the bag in one corner and plopped down on my couch. “Look, it’s ...