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wagging.
His big, flat, wet pink tongue slid across my eyelid, having just closed them in time.
Giggling, I said, ¡°Ohh, hey, Buddy! Thanks for the kisses!¡±
Looking happy and healthy, he curled up right beside Isaac¡¯s feet to join him in
napping.
There was something about the attic that changed. Although I always thought it was
oddly cute for a biker¡¯s bar, it didn¡¯t have the tension I felt previously. Ever since our first
date, anytime I entered the Tavern I was always anxious from sneaking around or being
covered in blood. I didn¡¯t think it was possible, but all the heavy memories that hung in
my mind seemed distant and the attic suddenly felt¡ cozy. Comfortable.
It felt safe.
When I was somewhere between being asleep and awake, I gave a light laugh when I
noticed the irony in my life. I rolled onto my side and wrapped my arm around Isaac¡¯s
stomach, pressing my lips on his shoulder.
Somehow, on my voyage to avoid the safe boyfriend, I found myself feeling more at
ease than ever.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Wrench
When I woke up later that day, the sun was setting. Sleeping for so long was going to
throw me off track forever, but it didn¡¯t bother me because I was sleeping next to
Samantha. My body felt much better since earlier in the morning and I managed to turn
my head easier than I had. With a smile on my face, I opened my mouth to say good
evening.
She wasn¡¯t there.
My heart sank.
Where did she go?
Then I rolled my eyes at myself. Of course, she wouldn¡¯t be in bed, still. The sun was
almost down. She was probably watching TV.
¡°Samantha?¡± I called. Nothing. ¡°Samantha?¡±
Clawed footsteps scratched across the floor and soon Buddy was on my bed. ¡°No, not
