I woke up feeling groggy, my head throbbing, and I clung to a body at the side of me wrapped around it like a comfort blanket. I don't freak out because I know this body is Anya. Images of yesterday flood my brain, and I'm hoping it was just a dream. We are in our apartment in my bed because I had a sh*tty day at my parents'. I know before I open my eyes that I'm just wishful thinking the bed is different, it's bigger, the sheets are softer and more luxurious.
I cracked one eye open slightly and looked around the room. Yep, it is definitely not a dream. I peeled my body off of Anya. She's still sound asleep. Her eyes are puffy and dark like she'd not slept much. I looked down at the clothes I'd been wearing for so long, our clothes were supposed to be fetched to our rooms last night, acc
