Chapter 1217 Closest Friend
- Oakley
- We haven’t left the guest room in Skye and Alex’s townhouse all day. I watch the sunset fade through floral stained-glass windows while Ian snoozes on and off beside me, my cheek pressed to his chest.
- This is all we’ve done. Slept. Touched. It’s been totally innocent, but I don’t think we have the energy for anything else, and also, we’re very much not alone.