Kat:
The morning sunlight poured through the window like honey—warm and golden, but it didn’t quite chase away the lingering ache in my head from last night’s drinks. I sat up from the over stuffed couch in Blaze’s shirt, stretching my arms above my head and yawning like a cat. The house was quiet. Blaze had gotten a call and taken off in a rush, something about club business. The sound of his bike still echoed in my chest.
It was just me again. And my overthinking.
To distract myself, I texted Shay.
KAT: Today’s the big move, right? You up?
Her reply came quickly.
SHAY: Running on 3 hours of sleep and decaf coffee. Come save me.
I grinned and tossed my phone down. Perfect.
By the time I pulled up to their new place—a charming, slightly beat-up craftsman with a wraparound porch—Sha
