Vivian’s apartment was dark when she tip-toed through the doorway, but she could hear Liam’s breathing. Straining her eyes, she could see a figure laying on the couch. Stepping lightly, knowing she’d have to explain herself in the morning, Vivian slid into her room without waking Liam. Gently, she removed her boots inside her closest, leaving them in the middle of the floor as she pulled the rest of her clothes off and tied a robe around her bare skin.
She flicked off the closet light as she walked into the darkroom, not wanting Liam to wake and see a light coming from under her door. Moving on memory, Vivian crossed the room to the bathroom. She left the pocket door cracked, as she turned on the light, just enough to see the movement behind her in the mirror.