Falling For The Biker
I held his arm, hoping for something, anything.
I sighed, grabbing another book. Eve had brought five books. This was the last of the five and each time I picked up one, I had the hope that he would open his eyes and tell me I should go over a sentence because he fell asleep mid saying it and now he was awake and wanted to know what I said but that never came.
“Once upon a time,” I began, occasionally looking over the book to his sleeping figure.
Arthur walked through the door, a flask in hand. “I got some food for you,” he said, placing it down to lay them out.
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