![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I relax in Carter’s bed for a few more minutes, thinking about him, then I drag myself out of the bed and wander around. Since he went to Erika’s when we were on the brink of a relationship, it’s probably unreasonable to imagine he hasn’t slept with anyone now that he’s completely single again. My heart aches at the thought, even though I know he can now and he wouldn’t be doing anything wrong. God, I hope he hasn’t brought anyone else in this bed since me. I close my eyes and breathe it in, memories stirring of his arms around me. Since he isn’t here to witness it, I climb onto his unmade bed and crawl under the covers, pulling them up around me. I shouldn’t be in here when he isn’t home, when he hasn’t invited me, but as I look at his bed, I can’t help thinking about when I slept here with him and missing it. ![]() It shouldn’t be so easy to penetrate his sanctuary, when in so many ways, he is so well-guarded. I don’t know why I imagined he might have his bedroom door locked, but I’m surprised when it easily unlatches and drifts open. His door is closed, but my hand finds its way to the knob and it twists easily. I intend to go directly downstairs so I can start studying, but I can’t help a faint stirring of curiosity when I go to walk past Carter’s bedroom. “Good night, Chloe.” I pause to turn out her light, steal one last glance at her and her nightstand to make sure she has her water bottle, then I pull the door shut behind me. If you need anything, I’ll be downstairs in the living room until someone gets home.” “Okay.” I smile and lean down, kissing her little forehead. ![]()
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