Saint Baptiste (Soul Ties Book 2) by Miss Candice

Author:Miss Candice [Candice, Miss]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Miss Candice Presents, LLC
Published: 2023-08-14T22:00:00+00:00

TWO WEEKS LATER

As always, I was up before my alarm sounded. And… as always, my first thought was him. Saint Baptiste… who else? I wondered how long it would take for that to stop. Every morning, it was the same thing. The same memory. The look on his face when he walked out of the room. The look in his eyes, really. It haunted me a little. So much that every morning, when I thought of it, I was tempted to reach over for my phone to call him. But, every morning, right after the thought came to mind, the sound of my alarm pulling my eyes away from the matte black ceiling reminded me that I couldn’t. Today was no different.

Sighing, I reached over and pressed the snooze button on my buzzing alarm clock. A few years ago, Dr. Graves told me to stop using the alarm on my phone. Said phones distracted us enough already, and the last thing we should be grabbing first thing in the morning was that. So, instead of hopping on Amazon for some fancy alarm clock, I dug around a box of my nana’s old things and used hers instead. It obviously held value I wouldn’t get any place else. Imagine my surprise when I plugged the forty-something-year-old GE digital clock into the wall, and it still worked. Thing was older than I was.

Although I was awake before my alarm sounded, it served another purpose. However, it woke my ass up still. I was proud of myself. I really, really was. I’d gone two full weeks without contacting Saint at all. I’d even gone as far as staying away from Sienna as much as possible to prevent running into him. Some days were harder than others. Today was one of those days.

I got out of bed and stood at the windows, gazing out at the bright blue sky. Today, I needed a date with the sun. Usually, I only had time on the weekends, and for a while, the weekends were fine. But this morning, I decided that the weekends weren’t enough. A kiss from the sun would surely set the tone for a great day. Lord knows I needed one. Looking over my shoulder at those red digital numbers on my nana’s clock, I wondered if I had enough time for a date with ‘her’ before work. To me, that’s what the sun was. A woman. A bad bitch. A funky ass nigga could never shine as bright. I giggled, shook my head, and walked off to take a shower.

After my shower, I did my skincare regimen and decided to wear a headband wig to give myself an extra fifteen minutes to make my date.

I stepped onto the balcony, closed my eyes, smiled, and whispered, “Good morning.”

She felt amazing. Today, the sun was hotter than the last time. So warm that I wished I had more than a few minutes to enjoy it. Wished I could spend the entire day in it. I’d been having dates with the sun for six years.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.