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“I’m sorry I’m a mess,” she said.
His lips tugged up on one side and he brushed a strand of hair off her forehead.
“You’re not a mess,” he reassured her.
“But I am,” she said. “When I am most myself, I am a chaos.”
She rolled onto her side and hugged a pillow before returning to whatever dreamland she’d briefly stepped out of.
He hoped it was peaceful and beautiful there. She deserved at least that.
ZARA
Consciousness claimed her slowly. Images from her sleep flickered behind her eyelids and she sat up.
She glanced around the room but it was empty.
The space in the bed beside her had not been slept in.
But she had a distinct image of Asa standing in her bedroom.
She rubbed her eyes and tried to run her fingers through her hair but they got stuck immediately. So much for the bun on top of her head keeping her hair nice.
Her fingers searched through her hair until they found the stretchy band.
She got out of bed and went to the bathroom, still tugging and pulling on the elastic. After using the facilities, she washed her hands and took a look at what was going on with her hair.
It was as if it had a whole life outside of her. Like when she went to bed, her hair went out to party and had come home with a hangover to be proud of.
It was large and in charge.
Dee Snyderwishedhe could get the kind of volume she happened to acquire in her sleep.
She left the bathroom and stopped in her bedroom again.
Why did she think Asa had been in here?
Had she dreamt it?
She went down to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to get her half and half.
And closed it.
Asa sat at the island, eating a bowl of cereal and reading a book.
Her book.
He glanced up and lifted his chin in greeting.
His dark hair was still wet from a recent shower, his beard freshly trimmed. He was dressed in jeans and a white, Black Flag t-shirt, his tattoos spilling out of the sleeves.
Asa, so far whilst living with her, had yet to grace her with his presence in the morning. If she’d known he was going to be there, she may have tried a little harder to tame her hair.
He looked so casual sitting at the bar, eating breakfast. Like he did it every day.
How did he get her book?
She blinked in the direction of the stairs, trying to remember if she’d brought it with her last night… She’d been reading in bed…took her book to read in the stairwell…Asa had been playing…
