ERIN
I wake up in Jack’s bedroom, wrapped in darkness. I already know without looking next to me that Jack is not there. I move my hand across the cold rumpled sheets beside me. This isn’t the first time I’ve woken up alone. If I keep coming back, it won’t be the last.
I look at the clock on the nightstand and see it’s almost 4 a.m. As I stare up at the familiar ceiling, I can hear the crashing waves in the distance, and I know where he is. It’s where I always find him in the middle of the night.
Wearing only Jack’s T-shirt, I get out of bed and make my way into the living room. It’s dark and quiet as I head for the back patio.
The curtains flutter in the breeze and I push them aside to see Jack leaning against the railing. He’s wearing only his jeans, the button open, causing the mate
