Kayla
I barely slept a wink. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the flickering candlelight of the restaurant or felt the phantom heat of Damien’s breath against my ear.
By 6:00 AM, I’d had enough of tossing and turning. I texted Cherry, who lived directly above me. [Can I use your shower? My landlord is being a jerk.]
Ten minutes later, I was heading upstairs, clutching my shower caddy. When Cherry opened the door, she took one look at me and winced.
"Girl, you look like s**t," she said, leaning against the doorframe.
I scowled, pushing past her. "Thanks, I didn't notice," I said sarcastically.
She sighed, "What happened? You’re normally on time with the rent. Did the old man finally snap?"
"Jason," I replied shortly, heading straight for her bathroom and turning on the shower.
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