Ronnie’s POV

When I wake up, I feel Nancy’s slow even breaths in the crook of my neck. It feels right waking up next to her. I’ve always imagined sharing a bed with someone all night would be bothersome; fighting over the blankets and who has more space on their end.

It all seemed irritating before, but not now.

Trying not to wake Nancy up before she’s ready, I slowly slide out of bed and dress in jeans and a sweatshirt. I grab our clothes ...