Weight of the World by Riley Hart & Devon McCormack

Author:Riley Hart & Devon McCormack [Hart, Riley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Devon McCormack
Published: 2016-08-28T07:00:00+00:00

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TOMMY

I wake up early in the morning to an empty bed. I know Zack had been with me a couple hours ago because I’d woken up to his body wrapped around mine. Sleeping with him is something new for me. I don’t typically do the whole night thing, but now I wonder if he’ll spend the rest of his nights at my apartment in my bed. Then, I get nervous at the fact that I’m thinking about him in my bed night after night. Those thoughts shift to curiosity about how long he’ll be here, how long I want him here…and of course, about Rob.

I’m not going to lie and pretend it doesn’t bother me that he won’t tell me how they knew each other. Possibility after possibility runs through my head, but none of them make sense enough to explain why he won’t tell me.

If they didn’t fuck, what is it? I have to admit a huge weight was lifted off my chest to get another confirmation they hadn’t. There’s a strange protectiveness I feel toward Zack, even where Rob was concerned, which is all kinds of fucked up considering Rob is dead.

The sun will be up soon. The apartment is quiet, no lights coming from the hallway. There’s a pinch in my chest at the fact that Zack might have gone back to the spare room—that he’d made his way out of my bed for whatever reason.

I push out of bed and wince. My ass is sore from the pounding it took last night, but it’s the kind of pain I welcome. It reminds me of the pleasure Zack’s body let loose on mine.

When I get to the spare room and peek inside, I see the bed is made, the room empty. My heart rate jacks up at the fact that he’s not there—that the queen bed with the light blue comforter went unslept in.

He wouldn’t have left, would he? My stomach rolls over at the thought.

What the fuck am I doing? How am I getting so wrapped up in this man? It doesn’t make sense. This isn’t me but the fact is, I am getting wrapped up in him, and I’m not quite sure what I think of it. Hell, still not sure I understand it.

I let out a deep breath and then make my way down the hallway. The second I step into the living room, I see him. He’s sitting on the floor, his legs stretched out beneath the coffee table, his back leaning against the couch with his head resting on it. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as he sleeps.

His hat is on the table, which isn’t where it was last night. He must have put it on when he woke up, which is an odd thing for him to have done. Beside his hat are numerous balled up pieces of paper, a sketchpad, and a pencil.

My fingers itch to reach for the scraps of paper, to unroll them and see what Zack thought wasn’t worthy to be kept, but I force myself not to.

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