A Desperate Plea

I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, still wrapped in Adrian's jacket. The scent of him surrounded me—that intoxicating minty fragrance with undertones of cedar and something uniquely him. I shouldn't find comfort in it, not after the way he'd threatened me in the car.

Yet there I stood, clutching the expensive fabric around my shoulders.

"What are you doing, Sera?" I whispered to myself, finally shrugging off the jacket.

I hung it carefully on a hanger. I'd need to return it tomorrow, another awkward interaction to look forward to. Great.

Sleep didn't come easily that night. My mind kept replaying the dinner, Julian's threats in the library, Tristan's unwelcome advances, and finally Adrian's warning followed by that unexpected gesture of warmth. When my alarm blared the next morning, I felt like I'd barely closed my eyes.