Rose's eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn't mask her shock. How could he say that so casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world? "My House," he had said, It wasn't just the words but the nonchalant tone that left her reeling.
She stared at him, confused, trying to piece together his intentions. Sure, he had guessed that she'd been punished—he was right—but why was he suddenly being… nice?
Her mind drifted back to the humiliation she'd endured. Punished for drinking and coming home late, her parents had seized her car keys after she narrowly avoided an accident while drunk. They'd declared she wasn't an adult yet and gone further by confiscating her apartment keys. To drive their point home, they'd instructed the security guards not to let her back into the house, locking her out for at least two days.