Chapter 9
It didn’t matter anymore. He was positive they’d never see each other again.
He glanced at his phone, noting it was barely 8:30. His big Friday night—going to bed early and alone. Angus was too exhausted to care.
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Loud knocking pulled him from a restless sleep. Someone was at his door and the entire building knew it by now. Angus grabbed his phone from the nightstand and saw it was 10:30 P.M. He groaned. When had he turned into an old man? He pulled himself up and swung his legs off the bed as his eyes adjusted to the darkened room. He rubbed his face and stared blankly at the wall. What was he doing again?