CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
I woke up to the feeling of a slender arm slung casually across my lower abdomen. For a moment, I stopped breath, my mind rushing back to Wednesday night when I’d slept in the same bed as Beck. The feel of his warm body against mine, swept me up and all I wanted was to close my eyes and just let the beautiful yet punishing memory play on in a loop inside my mind. My phone vibrated from the nightstand, a frustrated sigh leaving my lips at the disruption. I peered at the girl sleeping beside me, her red hair partially covering her face. Gently, I pushed her hand away, get off the bed as I stretched. Glancing at my wrist watch, I was pleasantly surprised it was only eight in the morning. Well, the perks of not drinking that much were getting up earlier than anyone and with
