*Amelia*
I awake in Jim’s bed, my eyes still puffy and sore from crying. I’m so embarrassed. The guys who work for him found me on the side of the road crying. I’ve never met them, but they recognized my car. They insisted I go with them, and I did, but what if they didn’t really work for Jim? I just got in a stranger’s car like an i***t.
I walk downstairs in search of my boyfriend to apologize. I’m sure I’ve ruined his whole day. I finally find him in a room beside the kitchen that I’ve never been in. There’s a washing machine and a dryer. Jim is standing before a large counter, folding something familiar. I sigh. It’s a laundry room, and he’s doing my laundry.
“Jim,” I croak out.
He looks up at me and smiles, seemingly unbothered that he’s doing what I’m supposed to. “I re
