***Serena***
"Wow you look...not like your normal flawless self..." Christa says as I yawn while brushing my hair. I have actual bags under my eyes. This is unusual for me, but I am not surprised. I was still awake until at least two in the morning having tossed and turned feeling thoroughly uncomfortable without my mates warm body up against me.
"It is because, Christa, I am a head case," I mutter to her as I try putting on a bit of mascara. I end up stabbing myself in the eyeball instead and howl as my eye waters excessively.
"Missing James' gigantic bed?" Christa laughs. I look at her and shake my head.
"No...just him. I mean we shared a bed for almost two solid weeks. I knew I would find it strange last night but I guess my brain decided to take it to new levels," I reply, studying
