Page 12 of A Midnight Romance

Lux

B y the time the heat from the late summer afternoon slips through the shutters, I wake from a restless sleep—which has become my new normal.

After River escorted me home, he remained parked in his usual spot until I eventually crawled under the covers.

The anxious energy continues to pulse through my veins, forcing me to spend the entire night staring at the backs of my eyelids.

Slipping out of bed, I make my way toward the window in my bedroom, anticipating he might still be there. But I find myself hit with disappointment when his car is no longer idling.

Sighing to myself, I turn away. I should be terrified about what I asked him but I’m not. It’s the only way I know how to move forward.

I’m desperate for revenge and closure, but truthfully, I simply want my life back. The ignorance of not understanding what I’ve asked to be a part of might be clouding my judgement, as River pointed out, but I don’t feel any regret— yet .

The sudden vibration from my phone sends a flurry of butterflies swarming into my stomach, but I quickly tamp it down.

I walk over to my nightstand and grab my phone, only to find that the message isn’t from River. Not sure whether my disappointment is from the eagerness to join him or that I want to be in his presence once again.