Cutting off the bathroom fan I paused, my ears trying to catch any sounds in my apartment but I didn’t hear anything. I was oddly wide awake but couldn’t call Amber because she was with Doug.
It wasn’t until I had made it into the kitchen that I heard a knock on the door causing me to head in that direction.
It was three thirty in the morning which meant it could only be one person, and frankly I was not in the mood to even look at James at the moment.
Did he seriously think that I would be ready to see him right now?
Not bothering to stop and put down the can of whipped cream I was holding, I started towards the door pulling it open and pausing as I took in Dave.
He was standing there, leaning over the rail glancing down the stairwell at the sound of a closing door. I paused where I was, trying not to look excited that it was this Franco and not the other.
After a couple of seconds he pushed himself off the rail, his gaze meeting mine.
“Hey,” he smiled, his gaze glancing towards the door I was standing behind.
He was probably wondering why I hadn’t opened the door all the way, it wasn’t that I didn’t want him to come in I was more focused on tying my robe.
“Hi…you wanna come in?”
“No.”
Shaking his head he faintly smiled before resting his hands on top of the doorframe, taking in my confused expression.
It was an unintentional action but it didn’t mean that I didn’t notice the muscles in his arms as he dropped his gaze to his feet.
“So what, you’re just gonna stand in my doorway?”
Looking up at me, he dropped his arms before running his hands through his hair and giving me a smile. Stepping back I opened the door wider, taking note of the hesitant step he took towards it before filing inside.
He headed towards the only light in the apartment going into the kitchen, pausing at the counter.
“I was gonna say I hope I didn’t wake you, but it looks like you weren’t really sleeping.”
Following his gaze I watched as he turned and faced me, his eyes taking in my robe. Even though it stopped around my mid thigh I suddenly felt self conscious knowing that he was looking at me.
“So,” he laughed quietly adverting his gaze to the ice cream and food on the counter. “You’re eating all this stuff by yourself?”
“Is that your way of asking can you have some?”
Smiling he reached around me grabbing a handful of skittles and resting against the counter.
“So you wanna tell me why you’re knocking on my door at three in the morning?”
I wasn’t even sure he’d give me a truthful answer but the tiny smile that tugged at the corner of his lips made my stomach flutter.
“I wanted to see you,” he smiled.
“And you couldn’t wait until the sun came up?”
Shaking his head he smiled as I concentrated on finishing the sundae I was making. “You know you’re sounding a lot like your brother each second?”
“He is my brother,” he laughed.
Rolling my eyes I smiled as he waited for my response. “It doesn’t matter anyway, I wasn’t sleep.”
“Me either,” he responded explaining the wrinkled shirt, shorts and disheveled hair.
A silence fell over us as neither of us decided to elaborate on our reasons.
