Chapter 18Birds outside my window wake me. I glance at the clock and realize it"s almost eleven in the morning. But something feels off, and I roll over and realize why. Timothy is in my bed. Last night comes rushing back. My emotions are in tatters from him leaving and coming back. From everything I"ve made it mean. But he"s here now. He came back. He stayed. I was enough for Timothy. I am enough for this boy I want to drag from the shadows, live in the light with. I shift up onto an elbow. Why does he have to be so beautiful? I lean over him and run a hand through his hair, soaking in every part of his face. That"s nowhere near enough to satisfy me, so I bend closer, inhaling his scent. My lips brush his jaw, the stubble decadently rough against my skin. "Stop that." His voice is a sleep
