CHAPTER 76

I run a hand through my hair and grimace at the feel of it, it feels weighed down and in desperate need of a wash. I walk to the edge of the window and glance outside, it looks early morning, maybe three or four am. Small particles of frost clings to the bare tree's signalling winter was arriving.
I’ve slept for 20 hours. Crazy.
If I slept in Jake's bed, where did Jake sleep?
I don't remember him getting into bed with me, the way my body reacted when he was around, my hormones...