"Then let’s sleep. We have a big day tomorrow. Ring shopping, hockey game, and basketball game. Anything else you want to add to the agenda?"
"No, thanks."
"Good. I’m exhausted already just thinking about all that."
Me too.
Chapter twenty-one
Olive
ThesecondIheardhis breathing change to a light snore, I ran back to his spare room, taking my sparkly dress with me.
It’s not that I didn’t want to spend the night with him and wake up with his head buried between my legs.
I did. God, Ireallydid.
But I’m too stubborn to admit I enjoyed it. And staying the night? That would’ve been a dead giveaway.
So I snuck out.
Well, that, and my health needs to come before anything else, no matter what.
Earlier today, after he left me and my glam squad to get ready, I crept into his kitchen and stashed my meds in his fridge.
Now I’m making the short walk of shame back to the spare room with my arms full.
I’ve become quite acquainted with my new medication and have figured out what works for me.
Rushing does not.
Rushing leads to panic.
Panic leads to heightened symptoms.
And my symptoms have been all over the place lately. Loud, erratic, and impossible to ignore.
But they’ve been quiet ever since he told me he had me on the red carpet.
I felt like my body was shutting down, and could feel the panic creeping in fast. Then Avery swooped in and said three little words: Eyes. On. Me.
And just like that… symptoms? Gone.
As if I could will myself to look anywhere else.
Needing to test the theory, I lower my gaze to the floor.
Nothing.
No tingles.
No tiny pulses on my limbs.
No overwhelming need to peel my skin away from my bones and scratch at my nerves until they just decide to…work.
Properly.
Like they used to.
