Hillary
The morning is boring, the day boring in general, to be honest. But I feel better, lighter. The doctor was right—I only needed rest. Still, I wish Bentley would stay home with me and take care of me, his good girl, just like he promised.
I miss him startling me for no reason, or annoying me by calling my name on the intercom repeatedly even when he doesn't need anything.
I miss the way he forces me to look into his eyes because he knows I am shy and awkward. I miss his scent, and that goddamn voice that makes my knees wobble every time I hear it.
I'm not used to it.
I love hearing him speak, and watching his neck as he does so, the way his Adam's apple frames it, making me want to kiss him right there. That might be my favorite part of his body. His hands, too—the veins, the
