Audrey’s P.O.V
I wake up with a major headache.
Last night was fucking difficult. I can’t believe I shared all that with Drew. I meant it when I told him everything — about Ian, about the guilt, the way my past stains every part of who I am now. But still, it feels unreal. Like I stripped down emotionally in front of him and now there’s nothing to hide behind.
And then I wake up alone. Unsure how to feel about it.
Perhaps it’s for the best. Gives me time to recollect myself. I need a jog to clear my head.
When my phone buzzes and his name appears on the screen, my heart lurches.
“Good morning,” I say, hesitant.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he replies. His voice is lighter than expected — teasing, almost. “Do you have any plans for today?”
“Not really... just about to go for a jog.”
“Perfect. Forget the jog. I want to take you somewhere.”
“Drew, I just stepped out. I’m in joggers and one of your hoodies. I look homeless.”