#Chapter 90 – The White Box
I lay back on my bed for…way too long. Just laying there, frustrated, staring at the ceiling.
I am also exhausted – I know this by the fuzz that I feel in my brain, the lethargy taking control in my limbs, and my very slightly grumpy mood. It’s been…one hell of a 48 hours, if I’m being honest with myself. From my very tense movie night with Daniel, to…everything yesterday, in the stables with Kent. And then last night, with Ivan?
I groan, my head spinning to think that that all happened in such quick succession. And frankly, I haven’t gotten much sleep throughout all of it – at least not the deep, peaceful sleep, alone in my cozy bed that I know my body is craving.
So I sigh, turning over and slipping under the covers, not even caring that I’m naked, intent on just getting some rest –
But when I do put down my head, curling up on my side and pillowing my cheek against my hand…
Sleep eludes me. God damn it, but I just can’t stop thinking.
My eyes fly open and I purse my lips to

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