“Tomorrow night?” he asks. “Maybe. It depends on how Jack is feeling. I’ll text you.” His lips are pressed together tightly as he backs up toward the door. “Oh, and Eden?” I raise my chin in expectation. “I don’t want to do it at the club again. I want you to come to my place.” My smile fades, and I freeze in place. He takes a step back toward me. “Don’t start panicking. It’ll be fine. It’ll just be…us.” Finally, I nod. “Okay.”
