Unable to get comfortable, I huff in frustration and roll onto my side. I've slept soundly ever since Roman moved into my house, easily falling into slumber and waking well-rested in the morning.
But not tonight.
His absence has me unable to relax or shut off my brain.
Unsure if he would show up, I prepared dinner and ate alone in silence. Then I spent the rest of the evening flipping through two counseling manuals I ordered online and peeking out the window to see if Marco was still sitting outside the house.
He was. Instead of packing up the leftovers, I put together a plate and brought it out to him. At first, he was taken aback by the gesture but quickly accepted my offering.
I decided to turn in around ten. I'm still wide awake at eleven when the front door opens and clo
