CHAPTER 27 | Beau
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It’s almost nine when I finally roll over. Everything smells like bacon, and the radio’s playing some sort of Top 40 love song crap. Holly. She must have been up for ages already.
Blearily, I run one hand over my face. My skin feels tingly, and I’m f*****g exhausted even though I must’ve gotten six or seven hours of sleep. I haul myself into a sitting position and glance around for Holly. She’s at the stove, humming and shifting from foot to foot.
She doesn’t realize I’m up, and I take a moment to enjoy her. There’s a grace to Holly’s movements I haven’t noticed until now. She’s smooth. The way her hips swing? It makes my fingers itch to dig into them. I like how practiced her cooking is, how easy. It’s...relaxing to watch, like she uncurls something
