My eyes flutter open when I hear a knock at the front door. I sit up and look around, smiling when I see Tyler sleeping next to me.
I've never shared a bed with anyone but my grandma or Lizzy in all my life. I didn't know if I'd want someone invading my personal space during my sacred sleep hours. That's my me time. I look forward to crawling into bed each night, cranking up some lowfi music to drown out the noise of Bourbon Street, reading a few pages of a good book and crashing long before midnight.
But having Tyler next to me...
It feels safe, secure. Right.
I just hope he doesn't change his mind about me now. If he does, it'll break my heart. I've never had to deal with a broken heart because of a relationship, but judging by the experiences of others who have been though it, it
