Rowan's POV
I stare out Red's window, watching the sun rise. My naked body, which is wrapped around hers, moves up and down with the rhythm of her slow, small breaths, and I cherish the feeling for what might truly be the last time. It’s a cruel sun, I think to myself as it burns my eyes. It’s a cruel world.
But then I look back at her sleeping face and decide that a world that made a face like hers couldn’t possibly be all bad.
We both jump up when the knock sounds at the door. I glance at the clock on her wall. Seven—early for a social call on a weekend.
“Who is it?” she shouts as we scramble to put our clothes on.
“It’s Eli.” f**k. “Was just going to see if you wanted to grab breakfast. I know you guys are leaving pretty early.”
“Uh—yeah,” she shouts back as she struggles to latc
