Lesley’s POV
There was a sticker on one of the doors when I got home. Without thinking, I stopped to read it.
“Your room!
Order whatever you want – I’ll be home late. Don’t wait up!
Cedrick”
What a loving and caring mate! I huffed, ignoring the twisted pain in my gut. I opened the door and noticed that my luggage was already inside. And as a bonus, it was a guest bedroom. I sighed, wondering if it was even worth it...
Life has chocolate! I tried to humor myself but didn't succeed. I was never going to win at life, I murmured to myself before heading to the kitchen and ordering some pizza. But once it arrived, I didn’t feel hungry anymore. I felt sick.
I went to bed, but my stomach never really settled. I tossed and turned a couple of times, but never really found what I needed – wha
