Chapter 315

• ~Amelia~
• It was actually perfect inside. Soft everywhere, dim, smelled like his hoodie. He'd already put the TV remote within reach. I pulled a blanket over my legs and immediately felt about seventy percent better, which I was not going to tell him because he would be insufferable about it.
• He appeared with a bowl of sour gummies, a bag of salt and vinegar chips, the jar of pickles I'd been eating straight from for two weeks, and a box of those chocolate-covered pretzels I'd mentioned wanting exactly once three days ago.