Alex pulled up in front of Michael’s apartment and took the stairs to the second floor, where his place was. The elevator was out of order, but Alex hardly cared.
He needed to make things right with Michael after what had happened that morning.
Reaching the door, he knocked and waited.
“Michael?” He called out, raising his hand to knock again when the door suddenly swung open.
Michael stepped out hastily, shutting the door behind him in one swift motion.
“What are you doing here?” he whispered, grabbing Alex’s wrist and pulling him toward the stairwell.
Alex frowned, confused by his urgency. “What’s going on? Why are you acting so nervous?” He studied Michael’s tense expression and restless movements.
Michael exhaled sharply, letting go of his hand. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? Just because you know where I live now doesn’t mean you can drop by unannounced.”