Moana
I decided not to go to Edrick’s room that night. I couldn’t bring myself to do it in good conscience after discovering that he had a girlfriend, and I wasn’t about to be his mistress on top of being his daughter’s nanny!
At the usual time that I normally would’ve been sneaking over to Edrick’s room, I instead crawled into my own bed with my sketchbook for the first time in days. It felt a bit strange already to be sleeping alone, but it was also a relief from all of the stress of our strange agreement, and it was nice to have the late night to myself to have some time to draw.
Like clockwork, however, my phone started to ring just five minutes after I picked up my pencil. I lifted my eyes from my sketchbook, letting out a deep sigh when I was Edrick’s name on my screen.
