Somehow Finding Us by Claudia Burgoa

Author:Claudia Burgoa [Burgos, Claudia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Literally Alpaca Publications, LLC

Chapter Nineteen

Ethan

Hearts not only beat.

They spin like the needle of a compass, always pointing north—or to the one we love. In my heart’s case, instead of pointing to the N, it points to the Z.

How do I know it?

I haven’t had a good night's sleep in years. It’s not as if we spent the night holding each other as we used to do when we were teenagers. It’s just resting my head on his pillow—being surrounded by his scent of fresh soap, peppermint, and wood. I stretch, fighting to open my eyes and come back to reality.

The magic of midnight never lasts. It’s gone the moment I leave the bed. It’s been like that since we began, and though I know it’s over, I want to rejoice in it, at least for one last heartbeat.

One last breath.

Pushing away the covers, I finally make myself open my eyes and set my feet on the floor.

“Morning, sunshine,” I hear Zeke’s voice before I see him.

He sits on one of the kitchen stools. His focus is on his computer.

“How long was I out?”

His steel-grey eyes find me. “Three days?”

It takes me more than a second to realize that it's Tuesday, or is it Wednesday? It doesn’t matter. I’m fucked. “I had an important meeting on Monday.”

That flicker of humor in his eyes gives him away.

“You’re an asshole. What day is today?”

“I might be, but only on those days that end in y,” he jokes. “What do you want to eat?”

As I walk toward my phone, I realize it’s Saturday and only noon. “I slept more than twelve hours.”

“You were exhausted.”

Was I so tired that they didn’t wake me up while they were hanging out? “You guys were too quiet last night.”

He grabs a glass and drinks from it before saying, “I canceled on them.” He lifts his drink. “Smoothie?”

I run my hands over my messy hair, interlacing my fingers on the back of my neck and stretching my body. “I didn’t mean to ruin your evening. I should head to the gym. I need to work out.”

“You need yoga, but that’s just my humble opinion.” That playful smirk widens before he goes back to his computer. “Also breakfast. You can check the fridge to see if there’s anything you like, or we can order you something.”

“Hannah would usually have a buffet set on the kitchen island with three different types of eggs and pancakes,” I complain as I make my way to the fridge.

“Dude, remember what we talked about? No shirt, no shoes, no service.”

“No, but I can’t wait to get the bill for the stay. You’re worse than a two-star hotel chain. I bet an Airbnb has better service than you.”

The laugh loosens the muscles of my back even more. Who needs a masseuse when you can have Zeke hosting you for a night in his apartment? I grab orange juice, a carton of eggs, and shredded cheese. Just as I’m about to look for a pan, he shoves a t-shirt into my hand.

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