Delia
"When you woke up, he wasn't there?" She pressed the ice into my palm, and I held it against my bruised cheek.
She moved to go get me a drink of water and my eyes trailed her to the fridgel.
Her apartment felt a little claustrophobic after the two days I'd found myself waking up in Logan's bed and spending the morning in his place.
But Logan didn't want me and Eva was the only other person I knew who gave two f***s about me.
"He was gone." My frown deepened as I remembered the feeling when I'd woken up in bed all by myself.
Just like the first night.
Like he couldn't ever bear to look at me the morning after.
Eva slid the bottle of water and glass to me, before dropping down on the couch opposite the one I sat on, folding both her legs underneath her. "Was the spot beside y
