Bless your body, bless your soul; pray for peace and self control [locked]
Adrian doesn't take his arm from around Rachel's shoulders, all the way back to the Gauche. No way he's leaving her alone right now. He unlocks the door to his apartment and flicks on the light. The interior is stark, more like a hotel room than a place where anyone lives. Generic blank slate, waiting to be personalized. He leads Rachel to the couch and moves into the little kitchen area to get her a glass of water, staring into space the whole time.
He feels wrung out. Exhausted. Scared as shit. And he can't remember why. He shouldn't feel this way.
This is not okay.
Adrian delivers the water and sits down next to her, rubbing one of Rachel's knees. "You can sleep here tonight if you want, mija. I've been sleeping on the couch anyway."
He feels wrung out. Exhausted. Scared as shit. And he can't remember why. He shouldn't feel this way.
This is not okay.
Adrian delivers the water and sits down next to her, rubbing one of Rachel's knees. "You can sleep here tonight if you want, mija. I've been sleeping on the couch anyway."