Chapter 91

• ROSIE
• I always took as many pizza shifts as I could around college, feeling way more secure when a semi-decent amount of cash landed in my account at the end of every month, but when I woke up that morning – sorry, afternoon – cozy in Julian’s new bedding, I didn’t want to leave.
• I was still in my PJs when I reached my savior’s living room, quiet as I crept in far enough to see him snoozing on the sofa. He had one of his new pillows under his head, but he was still in his suit, with no blanket to keep him warm, just his jacket draped over him. Such a contrast to the luxury he’d put me in.