*Ashley*
I wake up feeling like a ghost of myself. The sunlight streams through the window, but it doesn’t warm me; it feels more like a spotlight on my exhaustion. I turn to the side, expecting to find Alexander beside me, but the bed is empty. My heart sinks a little. After last night, I hoped he would stay close, but I guess he is with Lucas,
I drag myself out of bed and shuffle toward the living room, where Alex is playing on his iPad. The scent of coffee wafts through the air, and I catch sight of Lucas in the kitchen, his back to me. He’s wearing those grey sweatpants that look so good on him, and I can’t help but smile a little, even though I feel drained.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he says, turning around and giving me that warm smile of his that always seems to melt my worrie
