I shoved my phone deep into my jacket pocket and kept my hand clamped around it the entire walk back to the apartment.
Every time the screen buzzed against my thigh, my chest flutterred. But I couldn't bring myself to pull it out. I was way too nervous. My palms were sweating, and my mind was looping over those three little words I'd just sent to a guy who could literally crush my whole life if he wanted to.
What the hell did I just do? I thought, as I hurried down the dark sidewalk. I really just called Noel my husband.
By the time I reached the apartment building, I practically ran up the narrow stairwell, my chest heaving as I fumbled with the keys to Charles's door. I pushed it open, expecting to face another tense round of protective staring or a lecture about the Donovans.
Instead, the flat was completely dark and dead silent.
