Thirty
Louis
The sun had only just breached the horizon when I woke up on the third day after our escape from London.
Audrey was still snug in my arms, like a warm, solid reminder of why I’d done what I had to my twin.
It’d hurt so f*****g much to hear the hatred in his voice last night. He kept it together around Audrey, we both did, and I guess I’d stupidly thought that meant we could start to slowly work it out. I’d been so wrong, and it’d cut me so f*****g deep to see how much the only person I’d ever shared anything real with hated my guts.
Well… the only person besides the soft woman still sleeping soundly in my arms.
I kissed her still T-shirt-clad shoulder and wished she’d be comfortable enough around us to sleep n***d, but knew it was too much to expect. I hadn’t had a chanc
