Chapter Thirty-Four
I wake up snuggled against Art, my head in the crook of his shoulder, his arm wrapped around me.
Warmth floods my chest. I’d gladly wake up like this forever.
Except… I don’t have forever. At best, I have however long it takes Art to get a green card. At worst, as soon as my parents leave, we’ll be back to sleeping in different rooms.
I force my eyes open as more unwelcome reality creeps in.
Did that out-of-this-world s*x even happen? Could it have been a dream?
No. There’s a soreness to prove it was all real.
But now what? The warm and fuzzy feelings in my chest are terrifying. They make me wonder what Art thinks about the whole thing.
Did last night mean nearly as much to him as it did to me?
There’s a loud knock on the door.
“Namaste, sunshine,” Mom calls l
