C61 CHAPTER SIXTY ONE

Then of course, there’s the giant four-poster bed that I’m lying smack in the center of. I look over at the indent on the bed beside me and my air catches in my lungs. Tentatively, I run my hand over the spot. Still warm.

Okay, Pens. No more distracting myself from what happened last night by appreciating the man’s decorating taste. Me and Jason Yale… Oh my God