Hostage
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“That depends…”
“On?”
“What time do you normally get up?” The image of Wren in bed is almost enough to make me sweat—especially being this close to her and knowing that there are two beds at our disposal right now.
“I’m a pretty early riser,” she says.
“Is seven too early?” I ask, my eagerness making me sound a little nerdy.
“Seven is perfect,” she says softly. “I’m looking forward to it.” I watch as she turns and walks into her apartment.
It would be so easy to follow her. To just go in and act as if the last four months apart never happened.
But I don’t.
She deserves more. She deserves to be treated like she’s the most important thing in the world.
And she is.
She’s watching me as she slowly closes her door.
“I can’t wait,” I say quietly and she gives me a knowing smile and finally shuts the door.
I turn and pick up a box and look over my shoulder to look at her door one more time. And it hits me. In a few short hours, all of the waiting will finally be over.
For both of us.
We’ll have finally found that peaceful place.
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