Chapter Sixteen
I wake up to an empty bed, and the sound of the Beatles coming from the kitchen. I throw on a pair of sweats and make my way down the hall and stop short at the picture in front of me. Roxi’s appropriated my flannel robe, and is stirring at the stove, hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. But what captivates me, what makes me fall more in love with her, is the off-key singing of Penny Lane as she dumps half a bag of shredded cheese into the pan.
I lean on the wall and watch, a stupid grin plastered on my face. She’s bobbing in time with the music, shimmying her hips as she stirs. I commit this picture of her to memory. Waking up with her in my bed every day for the last two-and-a half weeks have been… incredible. I’ve learned she’s not a morning person but she lov
