Chapter Eighteen
Kendall stretched as she awoke. She was sore in the best ways possible and couldn’t help the grin that split her face. Last night had been amazing and everything she’d expected it would be between them—explosive.
She reached out, finding the bed next to her cold. Sad at his loss, she lingered in the covers a while longer before finally getting up.
After a shower, she pulled out her computer and wrote the story that had been plaguing her for weeks. She wrote of his struggle to accept himself and how he’d finally found it through fighting.
Several hours later, she came up for air, only to realize she still hadn’t eaten or gotten dressed. This was the way it was for her when she was into a story. It was the reason she’d never gotten a pet—she couldn’t remember to feed her
