21
Josh
I lay there with my eyes shut for a few minutes until I heard Serge’s soft snore and his arm loosened its hold on my side. When I opened my eyes, the room was bathed in moonlight. I carefully turned over on my back, so I wouldn’t disturb him.
His declaration surprised me. Not that it wasn’t reciprocated. For the last few days rumblings in my heart made me contemplate a life without the crazy musician curled up on his side next to me. It wasn’t pretty. I mean, I was thirty-two years old, had never had a boyfriend of any kind and had gotten along fine until he showed up. The thought of not being with Serge filled me with fear and dread. How could I go back to that lonely existence?
I’d never thought about my life before him. It wasn’t a bad life. I had great friends, and though I
