Jesse
I’m awake, of course I am. I never sleep without her beside me, and when I get the text, my heart lurches and then soars. I almost fall, I sit up that quickly, my hands shaking as I try to type out a reply as fast as I can.
Me: Where are you, Angel?
I get to my feet and yank on my jeans one-handed in the dark, unable to drop the phone for a moment. The day I’ve been waiting for has come. I have waited patiently, I’ve been polite and kind, keeping my distance and respecting her decision—even when I just wanted to tie her to my bed and force her to love me, to stay. But now she’s walking back into my arms, and I will never let her leave again.
Angel: South side of the river, across from the old bookshop. Why?
Smirking, I shake my head. Does she really think I would just send her a
