A groan and a sigh left Gwen's lips as she stepped into her apartment and fell against the front door to shut it. She ran her hand down her face and covered her mouth with her fist, giggling and blushing over her night. Her day had gone from awful to amazing within a short period of time, and she had never felt so over the moon.
Her gaze dropped to her wrist, and she ran her fingers along his phone number. It was scrolled in an elegant handwriting that felt like it had sprung from an old journal from centuries ago. She softly smiled and traced the numbers with her fingertip, closing her eyes and remembering his cold skin on hers.
She kicked off her shoes on the way to her bedroom, thinking about the whole conversation from that night. She changed into pajamas and fell back on her bed. H
