Regina
The room was perfectly nice, and the bed was comfortable, but I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned on the unfamiliar mattress, punched the pillow a few times, and strained my ears to see if I could hear Japheth in his room across the hall.
I couldn’t. But I still knew he was there. I hadn’t seen inside his room, but I knew there had to be a king size bed, he was too tall for anything else. And I knew he had probably kicked away the blankets, no matter how cold it was outside. He was like a human furnace, always warm. He was probably sleeping face down in the middle of the bed, hugging a pillow. The way he used to hug me in his sleep when we were a couple.
It had taken me a long, long time to get used to sleeping alone.
Memories assaulted me all night long, both the goo
