Chapter Thirty-Two

Beckett

Missing her warmth, I reach for Harlow, needing to feel her warmth, her softness pressed against me, wanting to hold her before having to get up and start another long ass day. Only my hand doesn’t find her as I reach for her in what has become her side of the bed. Instead, it passes through the thin air only to land against the cold, flat sheet covering the mattress.

My eyes fly open, her