Chapter Fifty-Two

Beckett

I wake up because my neck hurts like hell. I must’ve fallen asleep sitting up again. The couch creaks when I shift, and my whole back feels like someone beat me with a bat.

It’s worth it, though, having Harlow curled up next to me all night.

I glance to where she’s still asleep next to me, curled on her side, with her hand fisted in the front of my sweatshirt like she spent all night maki