The door shut behind you with a soft click as Jacob’s truck rumbled off into the distance. You sighed, dropping your keys onto the side table, but the strange sense of being watched prickled at the back of your neck.

You glanced up toward your bedroom window, and there he was—Edward, leaning against the frame, his golden eyes already locked on you.

For a moment, you stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs, debating whether to call him out or pretend you hadn’t noticed. But by the time you reached your room, Edward had moved. He was now leaning casually against your desk, his arms crossed as he studied you with his usual, unreadable calm.

“You didn’t need him to drive you home,” he said, his voice soft but firm, breaking the silence.