Chapter 5It doesn’t take long for him to arrive; when my intercom chimes, I’m in the middle of pulling on a fresh T-shirt after the quickest shower I’ve taken in my life.
I push the button to reply. “Hello?”
“It’s me. Manne.”
“Come on up.” I unlock the door, run my fingers through my damp hair, and look around my apartment one last time to make sure I haven’t left anything embarrassing lying around. Then I throw open the door and wait for him to climb the three flights of stairs to my floor.
Heavy, quick bootsteps echo in the staircase, making my belly tingle, and I have to force myself to stay put and not run down to meet him. When he emerges on my floor, his cheeks are tinged pink from the chill, his eyes clear and smiling. His jacket hangs open, revealing a shirt stretching tightly
