“Ward nodded off before Dylan had their dinner plated and he tripped twice heading up the stairs, after. It was too pitiful for Hazel to muster any disappointment. She spent the night in Dylan’s bed again, cuddling before they fell asleep, then rousing for a rushed breakfast and work. Hazel worked a twelve hour shift and came back to the loft dog-tired, eager to hit the sack. She apologized to Dylan when he came to tuck her in. “I’m being a bad girlf—I mean. Submissive. Partner.” She waved a wea...ry hand. “Whatever.” “Yes, you’re a very bad whatever,” Dylan agreed. He kissed her temple, then her lips, lingering there for longer than was necessary for a goodnight kiss. Hazel didn’t mind. She had no memory of Dylan leaving the room, exhaustion snaring her as soon as the lights were out. She surfaced, briefly, to the muffled sound of TV credits echoing through the bedroom door. Dylan had left it just slightly ajar, a thin filament of light peeking through the gap. Hazel let her eyes droop shut without checking the time.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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