Katriona’s [POV]
Ialways regret my life choices the morning after.
Two eight-hour shifts back-to-back rip my soul from my body. Every. Damn. Time.
I plant the palms of my hands against my eyes and rub.
Just a little longer.
A soft melody plays from somewhere under the covers knotted around my body and it takes me several seconds to peel them back to find my phone.
I blindly swipe a thumb across the screen and collapse into the mass of pillows and sheets.
I’m already thinking of when I can fall back into their soft embrace, but for now, I drag myself out of bed regretting picking up a second double shift after only three hours of sleep.
Chicago in the summer with no central air to speak of can be stifling. But I love the heat. It provides a sense of comfort and s
