Morning light streams in through the gauze curtain at the window. Emmaline is curled up beside me, snoring softly. It’s about the cutest damn sound I’ve ever heard. She sighs and shifts, still asleep. Dangerous thoughts racing through my mind. Thoughts of getting used to this, of memorizing the way her hair looks like liquid gold in the morning light. I sit up and reach for my phone, realizing too late it’s across the room with my clothes. I look down at the sleeping beauty next to me and an idea pops into my head. I slip off the bed and tiptoe over to where my clothes are, donning my slacks and shirt, rolling up my sleeves. My phone reads seven-oh-four. I can walk to the grocery and be back in less than half an hour, while checking my emails. I descend the stairs in my socks, stopping at
