Allison's POV

I was making my bed that evening, preparing for an early sleep, when he strolled in. I dropped the duvet, turning gently to him.

He perched on the doorframe, slanted like an awkward slash, with his shoulder leaning on the door.

After he stormed away this morning after I had proposed he stop his drug trade, this was the next time I would see him. I had expected his look to be stern, considering how he had stormed off then. Instead, he smiled down at me, lips curled in an easy ...