Chapter 18: Memory is a Tricky Thing

I love you, Saz Fairweather.

It’s more than a whisper, but the words nearly topple me down on top of her. Allie’s eyes flutter closed as she drifts off into dreamland and I manage to untangle myself from her legs and collapse on the floor beside her. Allie? In love with me? I catch my breath and scoop her into my arms, walking into the bedroom. She looks so small as I tuck her in for the night. Like a sleeping angel. I wander through the apartment in search of the bathroom and comb through the medicine cabinet. No need for her to wake up miserable. I set a glass of water and two aspirin near her bedside, the urge to kiss her overwhelming me as I lean in. My lips hover over hers. Just a little closer and I can taste her once more.