THE NEXT DAY

ITALY

POV GREY

I woke up early the next day, and my nerves still had a hold on me. I had wanted to tell Marceline last night when we were standing on the bridge. I had wanted to tell her everything. But I could see the hesitation in her eyes, and I found myself second-guessing everything.

She hadn't said anything when we first got here, and there had only been one bed. It was hard not to get used to sleeping next to her. She had a tendency to curl up next ...