C36 CHAPTER 35

I wake up to light streaming through the window. I’m in Timothy’s bed, wearing only his T-shirt. I inch toward the side of it, but a tattooed arm bands around me. “Come back,” the arm’s owner grunts. Before I can respond, Timothy tugs me back against his warm, hard body. Last night I went to see his show, and he was incredible. Then we came back to his apartment