Winter Hart
I awoke with a groan. My entire body ached, and my head pounded. As I opened my eyes, my eyelids felt like sandpaper. A heavy arm was across my waist, and I turned my head to find Jake's handsome face. He looked so peaceful as he slept on his side beside me. I must have fallen asleep before he was back from the arena.
With my left arm back in a sling, I awkwardly lifted my good arm and caressed his cheek. I was lying on my back, and he was lying against my good side. My smile faltered when I remembered what happened yesterday. Tristan had to ruin such a perfect day. But maybe it was my fault for coming to this game. I knew he would be here, but I didn't think he would overstep the way he did.
Why can't he let me be happy? We've been over for months, and I don't know what el
