Share

Six Months

Harley

On Sundays, I didn’t set an alarm to wake me up in the morning.

It was the one day of the week where I let myself sleep in and didn’t have anything on my agenda. It was a day for self-care. For indulgence. For eating whatever the hell I wanted and spending the entire day, from start to finish, in loungewear.

When I opened my eyes, my room was awash in sunlight. The powder-blue walls were soothing, and I let myself snuggle deeper into the blankets for another five minutes before I rolled onto my back, stretched my arms over my head, and indulged in a full-body stretch that cracked my spine and curled my toes.

I inhaled deeply and held the breath, feeling the strain in my chest, and then exhaled and let my muscles relax. I sank deeper into the mattress and stared up at my ceiling.

It had been six months to the day that Rick Thomas packed up and moved to Los Angeles.

Six months.

It felt like so much longer. Like it was a lifetime ago. I draped my forearm across my eyes and let out
Locked Chapter
Continue to read this book on the APP

Related chapters

Latest chapter

DMCA.com Protection Status