Chapter 37

I wake up and spread out across the bed lazily, naked and warmly encased in the duvet. Arry’s side of the bed is rumpled and empty as he eventually got up and went to Carrero’s house to do whatever he needed to get done. I don’t know how long I have slept, but I can tell by the grey dullness of the light it has probably been most of the day if not all. I have screwed up my bedtime for tonight.

I feel better though. Less all over the place and just lazily content.

We talked for a long hour about everything, about school and Paris. About my mean girls and Claude, and he eventually put me out of my misery and made love to me. It was different, maybe because we poured our hearts out and cleared the air first, and by the end, I was an emotional mess and so fragile.

It wasn’t passionate or frenzied like normal. It was soft, slow, and intimate, and I fell asleep cradled in his arms, listening to his strong heartbeat. Even though we didn’t resolve a lot yet, I told him thi