After the incidents at the Lockwood Estate, Claire has cut Owen off entirely. A month later when he shows up at her door, it’s a battle between rationality and attraction for Claire. But she can only hold onto control for so long.
“Hi,” Claire said, opening her front door to see Owen standing there, raindrops dusting his hair and settling into his clothes. “H—how’d you even get in here? The door to the building is secure— You know what? Scratch that. What… what are you doing here in the first place?” She asked him, her heart hammering in her throat and a nervous blush heating her cheeks.
“I figured it was finally my turn to show up at your door.” He offered. They both stood face to face in the doorframe, the tense silence crackling like radio static between them, somehow loud enough to drown out hissing of the rain outside. It’d been over a month since the incidents at Lockwood’s estate, and Claire hadn’t seen or spoken to Owen since the few days following when she’d told him she needed time to process things through. She didn’t want to rush into something so recklessly. Like they did last time. However, she wasn’t entirely surprised to see him now since he’d sent her several texts that he was coming to see her. Granted she didn’t answer them, but she also never told him not to come.
“Claire, If you really don’t want to see me, I can-”
“Come in.” She cut in, stepping back and holding the door open.
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