"William?" Anna called softly as she peeked into his room, her hands gripping the doorframe like a child too timid to step into someone else's space. There was a hesitant vulnerability in her stance—fragile, uncertain, as though she wasn't sure she was welcome.
"I knew you'd come," William said, rising from the bed with the slow, deliberate grace of a predator. He moved toward her with quiet intensity, his gaze locked on her. "Are you drunk?"
Anna gave a reluctant nod and finally stepped inside, shutting the door gently behind her. "How did you know I'd come?"
Well, the drunk part was probably obvious, she thought, wryly acknowledging her slightly unsteady movements.
William's lips curved into a knowing smile as he ran his fingers through his tousled brown hair. He took another slow step forward, closing the gap between them with the quiet confidence that made Anna's heart race.
"Isn't it obvious?"
