Alexis
I glance around. I am in Boone Wilson's bathroom. How did I get here? I'm not even sure, honestly. All I know is I somehow got lucky enough to meet this man, and I was open to him coming into my life when I've been so closed off to everyone else in the past. Perhaps it's true what everyone says—life happens when you least expect it and relationships happen when you aren't looking.
I wonder if he made these cabinets himself. They have a certain charm—not perfect but well-made. He comes in behind me, sleep in his eyes, and wraps his arms around my waist. His head dips down to my neck.
“Did you sleep as good as I did?" he asks in a rough voice.
I let him take my weight as I lean back into him. “I did—probably the best sleep I've had in years. For once, I wasn't worried about wha
