BECKY POV
Last night a lost puppy made it’s way into my room and got into my bed. I didn’t have the heart to kick him off. Especially since this particular puppy had two strong arms that pulled my back into his chest. I was the epitome of a small spoon. I wasn’t sure why, but when he buried his face in my hair and took a deep breath, it made me giddy. First because he instantly relaxed and two because my scent alone did that.
Falling asleep in his arms and waking up alone had me in a bad mood. Not only because I wanted to still be in his arms, but because of what that meant. As much as my head needed more time to process, my heart and soul were impatiently waiting to take the next step. There was still an ache that would never disappear but it had nothing to do with him. Though it still
