CHAPTER 26 | Holly
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When I wake up, the other side of my bed is cold. I could’ve sworn Beau had fallen asleep next to me last night. We’d moved from the couch to the floor to my bedroom wall and then, well, my bed. I sit up, raking my fingers through my tangled hair.
Maybe he went back to his bed, I think, kicking the covers off. Early morning sunlight dapples my room, turning the soft gray walls even paler. That would be normal for this sort of thing, right?
This sort of thing. I nearly laugh. Like there are rules and whatever going on between Beau and me is something that happens to everyone. We’re in weird waters—and that’s why I shouldn’t feel bad about the twinge of disappointment I felt when my hand reached for him, and he wasn’t there.
I shower, dress, and there’s still
