Kenzie

I wake up to an empty bed—Nicholas’s side of the bed is cool, so I guess he has been up for a while. A quick glance at the clock next to his bed confirms why: it’s well after eleven in the morning, the latest I think I’ve ever slept. I quickly get out of bed and wash up in the bathroom. Wanting to get out of the clothes I’ve been wearing for more than twenty-four straight hours, I head into the closet where I find an NYU T-shirt and a pair of his boxer briefs to throw on. Not the most attractive outfits, but it will have to do...