*Micah*
With my hands tucked beneath my head, I stare at the ceiling and curse Gina for the hundredth time.
Every time my wayward gaze falls on the door, I can’t help but think, Three steps, four; that's all it would take to be there.
It isn’t a new thought, every single night, at some point before I finally manage to drift off to sleep, I consider knocking on her door. But it is easier to resist the temptation when her bedchamber isn't right next to mine, when I don’t feel like I can smell the scent of gardenia … surely it is my imagination. Her fragrance
can’t possibly be slipping in beneath the door.
It had been a mistake to bring her here, to see how easily she fit in with my family, how right she looked sitting with my mum, how much I had enjoyed having her near, how much more sp
