Late-night tryst

Angelica

How the hell did I get myself into this?

It was nearly 4 am the last time I glanced at the time. Between then and now, I didn’t know how much time had passed but I knew it was nowhere near the time I was expected to be awake. Curtis shouldn’t be banging at my door so early in the morning. The only reason he was here could be… he had found out about my late-night tryst.

What was worse, the evidence was all over me. The smoky clothes. My messed up hair. My missing glove. That glove could be anywhere between the Arcieros’ library and this apartment.

Fuck.

This was not how I envisioned my death.

“Angelica? Are you in there?” I heard his voice much closer. He was in my room. Of course he owned a spare key.

“Yes.” I croaked out.

“I see.” He said. If I wasn’t reading too much into it, there was a hint of something in his voice when he heard that one word from me. Relief?

I didn’t have time to dwell on it. I had to come up with something fast. Something that would explain me leaving