Page 86 of Be My Wife

Mom frowns.

I charge ahead, racing away from her concerned eyes and the restless feeling in my heart.

Eighteen

Elizabeth

Sunlight prances across my face.

Birds twitter outside my window.

I stretch.

My hands knock against a plush black headboard.

Confused, I roll to the side.

Roll some more.

Wait, why does my bed have so much room?

I open my eyes.

Huge vanity dresser.

Walk-in closet.

Open door leading to a fabulous bathroom.

This isn’t my apartment!

I surge up, panic coursing through my veins until I remember that I moved into Brogan’s place last night.

My legs tangle in the sheets.

I glance down. I’m still wearing my tank top and shorts. Usually, I wear an over-sized T-shirt to bed and not much else.

How did I get in here?

The last thing I remember is sitting in the couch, trying to keep my eyes open while Gwen chatted with Brogan and me.

Then...?

I tap my fingers against my thighs.

Faint memories return to me.

A big hand against my back.

Pale fingers digging into my knees.

A grunt.

A sigh.

Suspension.

Being cradled close.

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