Chapter Twelve
Violet
I woke up the next morning feeling a warm body wrapped around mine and I froze. What the hell? Then it came back to me. Jay coming around to the house, my falling apart, and Milo being so tender and kind: running me a bath, allowing me to not have to explain myself, letting me fall asleep in his arms with exhaustion when enough tears had fallen that I couldn’t cry any more.
My eyes felt heavy and as I touched my fingertips under one of them I could feel the puffiness. Great.
“You okay, Princess?”
I turned around and hitched myself up the bed, staring at a very awake Milo. “I feel like I got punched in the eyes.”
“You still look beautiful to me.”
That made me smile. “You have such patter, Milo Waite.”
“Only for you, babe. Only for you.”
He moved away from me a
