Chapter 48

I yawn as I wander from the elevator into Arrick’s apartment, covering my mouth and dropping my oversized school bag on the floor by his coat rack in the entrance dumping ground for shoes. His jacket and sneakers are already there, and I can hear the soft strumming of a guitar as I wander around the little wall that conceals the elevator from his lounge area.

He is sitting on the couch strumming his acoustic guitar, oblivious to my arrival, and I stop and watch him for a moment with a huge smile across my face. It’s been eons since he played his guitar, and I reminisce warmly over how many times he has played for me. A little shiver of joy that the boy I loved is making a slow comeback. He looks amazingly sexy with it on his lap, strumming it while concentrating so hard on what he’s doing. He seems so at peace, not a single expression on that calm, beautiful face.

It has been over three weeks of dating him, and we are getting into a routine slowly. Going out together, ha