Chapter 69

“Shit… I’m seriously going to be late.” I’m running around looking for my shoes and trying to get myself together before Christian picks me up for the school open day. So not with it. Still half drunk, feeling like shit and needing way more sleep. Trying not to dwell on last night, and Arry has not brought it up. He’s acting like it never happened, although we haven’t had a second to think since I opened my eyes. He is trying to help me and keeps getting in my way, clucking around me, clearly still in protector mode.

I’m not a morning person, I have never been, and I’m so unbelievably irritable this morning. The after-effects of last night and dreams filled with horrid memories left me exhausted and raw. I know I must have been crying out in my sleep. I woke several times to Arrick calming me down, pulling me close, stroking my face, and telling me he was there.

I want to throat-punch everyone this morning, maybe not him, but everyone else. Aggression levels are abnormal