Betting on You

I heard her breathing slow and I knew she’d fallen asleep.

My breathing, on the other hand, was unsteady on account of the fact that my heart was beating out of my chest like I’d just sprinted a mile. Sleep was a million miles away from where my brain was right now.

My brain was beating the shit out of me.

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I was fucked.

I was so fucked.

I was so fucking fucked.

Because Bailey was in my arms, smelling like heaven as she snuggled against me like it was where she belonged, and I ached for it to be.

God help me, I wanted to be where she belonged.

I wished I could bury my nose in her cocoa-butter hair and stay that way forever, wrapped around the one real thing I’d ever known, but I couldn’t.

My throat was tight as I lay there in the dark with her, giving myself ten more minutes before I had to get up.

Get out.

But when ten minutes were up, I gave myself ten more.

I was so fucked.