Winter Hart
“Babe?” I groaned, waking when his lips touched my cheek. I smiled when he brushed back some hair and kissed my forehead.
“Go back to sleep, baby. I have practice, but I’ll be back after. I brought you breakfast.”
“Thank you,” my heart fluttered when he smiled.
“How are you feeling? Do you need any meds?” He asked, kneeling by the side of the bed.
“I’m okay,” I yawned.
“Okay. Go back to sleep.” I nodded, and he pecked my lips. I closed my eyes, and the last thing I heard was the door locking with a click.
I woke again to knocking on the door. Groaning, I struggled to get out of bed. Wrapping the sheet around my naked body, I shuffled to the door and looked through the peephole. My best friend was standing there in yesterday’s clothes.
Hiding behind the door, I opened it
