Adrian sat on my bed like he owned the space. His jacket draped over the desk chair, his legs stretched out like this was familiar ground. Like I was familiar ground. 

I blinked, caught off guard. "What are you doing here?" 

He glanced up at me, calm, unreadable. "You weren't responding to any of my texts." 

"I didn't see them." My voice was more defensive than I intended. 

He hummed, not buying it. "Or did your little friend's presence stop you? I had a feeling you'd be ...