Flynn
FlynnI wake to a loud, insistent banging on my door.
“f**k,” I groan, rolling out of bed.
Nadia sits up looking spectacularly tumbled. Her copper-lit hair falls in her face, her cheeks are still flushed with sleep. She gets up and pads to the bathroom.
I want to kill whoever the f**k is at my door.
Especially because Nadia woke up with a nightmare during the night and could use all the extra sleep she could get.
Having Nadia sleep in my bed last night gave me a new purpose in life: Nadia.
I’m serious.
It’s like until this moment, I’ve just been drifting along. I was available to prop up my mom. I was a warm body in the band. But it’s like something in me just woke up. Or activated.
Some essential coding within me got turned on.
But to say my new purpose is Nadia isn’t quite
