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NEW YORK CITY
OCTOBER 21, 2014
Ash wasn’t in bed when I woke up.
I stretched my arm overhead and rolled over with a yawn. Light streamed in through the windows, city noise filtered inside, and the sheets were a tangle around my bare legs. I’d pulled my sweatshirt on at some point in the night. I reached for my shorts as I kicked my legs over the bed. I was halfway to the bedroom door when Ash appeared in the doorframe.
“Morning,” I said with a bright smile.
Last night ran through my mind like a movie. It had been … perfect. Better than I’d ever thought it would be. And now, I just wanted to keep him here forever.
I stepped forward to give him a kiss, but he put his hand out to stop me.
“Amelia.”
That was when I realized he wasn’t smiling. In fact, he seemed as aloof and broody a
