Inseparable 2:79
Nash
I slept so deeply that when I finally woke up the next morning I felt groggy and hungover. Before I opened my eyes, I groaned, and reached for Daphne, but my searching hand felt only cool, empty bed sheets.
My head snapped up from the pillow and I squinted at the vacant spot beside me.
Had I dreamed it? Was last night only another hyper-real hallucination, like the one that had overtaken me at the damn gas station last night?
I was really starting to doubt my own sanity. It felt like nothing in my world had made sense since Daphne had pulled up to the curb in front of the Bleakly house.
I stretched and groaned over my sore, stiff muscles, and something uncomfortable rubbed under my thigh. I reached under the covers and fished around, until my fingers c
