Chapter 38 – Too Loud

• Terra
• The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a soft golden glow across the bedroom. I blinked against the light, slowly waking to the weight of Waylon’s arm draped over my waist and the steady rhythm of his breathing against the back of my neck.
• The sheets were tangled around us—evidence of everything that had happened the night before. My body ached in the best way possible, and yet, there was a strange lightness in my chest, like something that had been pressing down on me for months had finally lifted.