~ ZEV ~
Sasha led him to the stairs and up one flight. He pulled the door open for her and she glanced at him with a strange look on her face, but she darted through to her apartment, just two doors down the hall. Her eyes were too wide, but otherwise anyone watching them would have seen her tense, but normal.
Then she closed the door behind him and flipped the lock, tossed her keys and purse on the little table in the entryway and turned, stalking past him into the bedroom.
Walking into her apartment was heaven. It was bathed in her scent—vanilla and apples—and there were reminders of her everywhere—that soft, fake fur blanket thrown over the back of the couch made him smile. She'd always been very anti-fur, which used to make him laugh.
If only she knew.
