89 FARTHER APART

Anna dropped down on the bed, still in the outfit she wore that day and buried her face in the pillow. “I should take off my shoes,” she said, her voice muffled. She rolled over and stared at the ceiling. “I'm so exhausted.” From taking calls and addressing issues at her company to the meeting with Philip, she was tired. Her stomach grumbled loudly and she shot up from bed before Latin back down. “I'm too tired to cook.” “Which is why I made dinner,” Davis said, standing in front of the door. “Holy shit!” Anna yelled, jumping from the bed as she held the pillow in front of her like a weapon. When she saw it was Davis, she let out a sigh of relief and dropped the pillow but the frown on her face stayed. “What the hell, Davis? Why did you sneak up on me like that?” She fumed, sitting back on the bed as she kicked off her heels and took off her clothes. Thanks to him startling her, she found the strength to take off her clothes. “It wasn't intentional. You just didn't hear