ELIANA
A groan escapes my lips when the blaring alarm wakes me up from a deep slumber. I reach for the clock on the bedside table and turn it off…
“Why did the weekend pass by so fast?” I complain. I think one or two days should be added to the weekend because it's too short. If I was in charge of making the days of the week, that's probably what I would have done.
I flip on my back and stare at the white ceiling above me, the events of the week flooding in my mind and my lips stretches into a smile. I remember the good time that I shared with my family and…the conversation that I had with Jackson later that night.
The conversation was easy and simple. I didn't fumble to find the right words to say to him. It just happened. Like we had known each other for a while and we knew the rig
