Greyson

After over thirty-six hours without sleep, I was beginning to see double. Turning back toward the living room at the kitchen doorway, I watched as Cecilia disappeared above the ceiling and up into the loft. The wood above me creaked with her footsteps. Maybe she wasn’t the spoiled princess I envisioned. A grin came to my lips. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t a challenge.

I felt an unnecessary sense of regret that I hadn’t met her under better circumstances, ...