Chapter Thirty

Harlow

*I fucking love you.*

*I fucking love you.*

*I fucking love you.*

Those words run through my head on constant repeat, keeping me from being able to fall asleep.

Beckett is passed out, his arms wrapped around me, holding me to him as if he’s afraid I might disappear.

And if I’m honest, my flight instincts are kicked into high gear at the moment, and it’s taking everything inside of me to not