I wake up to the smells and sounds of frying bacon. Rolling over, I grab my cell phone and check the time—almost seven. Deciding to get up, I look at the Santa pajamas left for me on Everleigh’s side of the bed. The note on top says wear these! She drew a heart and signed an E beside it. A smile touches my lips when I put them on.
wear theseLast night, there was no way in hell I was letting her sleep in her room, not when I needed her close—regardless of how hard it is for me. I can’t believe I’ve already been here a month, and I am already fighting against falling for her. She hasn’t exactly made it easy for me, and she’s buried herself deep inside my thoughts.
Once I’m dressed, I find Everleigh in the kitchen. She’s standing at the stove wearing the shirt I got her and some shorts. If
