Chapter 62 Escaping

• Prince POV
• I was certain I could convince myself it was nothing. That everything we had endured, everything we’d done, could just be shoved back into a dark corner of my mind. In my head, I’d return to the cold, tense status quo. But the longer I pushed him away, the worse it felt, as if I was tearing apart a part of myself in the process.
• I couldn’t sleep. Two weeks of waking up next to Ghost had conditioned me in ways I didn’t even want to acknowledge. I hated it—the way my body and mind missed him, the way his absence left this gaping void that nothing else seemed to fill. After an hour of pacing, cursing myself, and almost deleting the message three times, I finally pushed myself to text him.