Summer’s Point of View
“And they lived happily ever after,” I muttered as I gazed down at the serene young woman who had already drifted off to sleep.
I shut the book and ran my fingers through her sleek black hair. After planting a kiss, I got up and left, closing the door behind me. As I stepped out, Celine, who was standing by the bar table, turned to me with a faint smile on her face. However, I could tell she was also hurt by what she had witnessed. She took a gulp from her beer can and swallowed it down hard.
“Is she already sleeping?” she asked.
“Hm-mn. She dozed off right after I put her down, but I continued telling her the story just to be certain she wouldn’t stir awake.” As soon as that, a wave of exhaustion hit me, and I reached her for a warm embrace, and mumbled, tears t
