Rowan’s hair was untidy and he ran a hand through it nervously in the mirror, his lips pursed. He sighed before leaving the room, sitting on the couch in the living room.
A small smile crossed his face before he remembered that he wasn’t suppose to do that and he opened the door wider, inviting her in. “Not at all.”
The apartment looked the same as normal, if not a little cleaner. “The bed is made up for you,” he said, closing the door. He passed her, heading into the kitchen. “Are you thirsty?”
He glanced at her before hesitated, leaning over and kissing her forehead before turning and heading for the barhroom.
He returned several minutes later, wearing a grey shirt and a pair of pajama pants. He sat down on the couch, his gaze flickering up to her. “Are you going to bed?”
