Chapter 122

The house is eerily quiet, even though it’s not that early, and the sun is streaming in all the lower floor windows. Following Dane as he leads me by the hand to the kitchen, aware everyone must still be asleep. Unlike us, who ended up in bed at a reasonable hour, most of them were up until dawn. Even Tyler and Lees didn’t come tumbling into the room until it was almost light outside and are currently comatose, wrapped up in a fully clothed tangle of limbs and sheets upstairs. They are adorably cute together, like two exhausted toddlers who fell to sleep where they landed after playing.

I’m tired this morning, but not overly so, and a little fragile down below, even though I didn’t think I would be. It’s not like he was rough on me or that we did it for hours, yet I can definitely feel subtle tenderness as a reminder that last night wasn't a dream. I still don’t regret it at all.

I love him.

Dane lets me go to rifle in the nearest cabinets on the wall closest to us an