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NORA
Waking up alone in that hotel room made me sad.
I’d told West that none of it mattered. In fact, I basically convinced him that this was all peachy. I hadn’t wanted him to think that he was like his dad. Because he wasn’t.
And still, I’d been sad when I woke up.
I’d agreed to all of this. I wanted that fun fling since I’d never done anything like this before in my life. But I wasn’t supposed to develop real feelings. I wasn’t supposed to have feelings about him being gone from my bed.
Not that I planned to tell him that. He was stressed enough with the band and now his dad. We were having fun for the few weeks before he went back to LA. This didn’t have to be complicated.
It would be better when we returned home. We lived together, so there was less sneaking. I could wake up
