The blaring sound of an alarm startles me awake. I feel around until I source of the offending noise and turn it off, surprised to hear Randall groan in the bed next to me.
“Still coming with me this morning?” he asks as he stretches, the blankets falling to reveal the hard muscles on his torso.
“I think I can do this,” I say, though I’m still trying to convince myself that I can.
He reaches over and rubs my back gently. “It’s going to be fine, Celeste. I’ll be with you the entire time. It may feel nice to be in the sun for a while.”
I know he’s right, but I just feel so alone and broken. I’m not good enough to be a Luna, not like this. “What if they don’t like me?”
“What’s not to like?”
“I’m a mess, Randall,” I say, turning away from him.
His strong arms envelop me, pulling m
