Chapter One Hundred and Eleven
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN
It’s lonely in my bed, especially after spending the evening snuggled up close against Sterling. I look in the bedroom closet and find a few more blankets, which I pile up on top of myself in the bed.
The bed here in Sterling’s tree house is much bigger than the one I was sleeping in at Layla’s house. And when I was with the Moon Rabbit, I never slept in a bed. Celestial bodies don’t sleep, and I was a prisoner in a suspended state.
This bed feels so big. So wide. Like an ocean, almost. And I’m floating on it.
It’s just me here, with a guy I only just barely met, far away from my Star Twin, and all my new friends. Even though Sterling is technically part of the San Diego pack, he doesn’t feel like family the way Layla or Sarah or Nash does.
Loneliness fills my chest, making it painful to breathe. I roll around under the blankets, trying to get warm, trying to find a comfortable way to sleep despite the anxious pressure in my chest.