LONDON

 

 

 

I woke up in Striker’s arms. We had dinner at a nice restaurant for the first time in weeks. We walked and kissed. We laughed together. Then since we’d been apart, my period just happened to be today, which was a shame.

I wiped off the hair that fell on his face, kissed his cheek, and got out of bed to use the bathroom. I didn’t realize it was almost nine in the morning. 

After I cleaned up, I put on a comfy shirt and jeans. This time I would wear sneakers so that I could enjoy the stroll without worrying about my feet for blisters.

I heard a...