Haunting-Adeline

“Peace, baby. All I want is peace.”
I go to bed that night just a li le drunk and even sadder.
I miss Zade.
He’s off doing something dangerous tonight—some dinner party. I know
he's there to save a li le girl, but there's s ll that selfish part of me that
wishes he were here.
My ins nct is to hate myself for it. Part of me s ll does. I don't know how
long it's going to take before I fully accept the fact that I've started to fall
for him. That I'm accep ng him into my life.
How long has he been stalking me for? Three months? Not very long at
all. In fact, that's such an insignificant amount of me, it almost makes me
sick. There's s ll so much I don't know about him. What's his favorite
color? Does he have allergies? I hope he's allergic to all my favorite foods
so I don't have to share. Or, at least I hope he doesn't like them. More for
me.
And I hope I don't like his favorite foods because if I do, I'll probably eat
off his plate, too.
He probably wouldn't mind. And that so ens my heart into a pile of
mush. Because somehow a man that wouldn't care if I ate his food fell in
love with me. That's so fucking cute.
I flop onto my bed and groan. Daya le an hour ago. We spent the rest
of the day working on our respec ve work. She let me be for the most part
while I stewed over the revela ons. And a er she le , I kept drinking un l I
stopped thinking about it.
Tomorrow, I'll regret it. I'm not even halfway through the next
installment in my series, and I have a lot of readers pushing for it. The
pressure always starts ge ng heavy when several months pass between
releases.
Whatever. Maybe Zade will stop by and magically cure my hangover
since he's good at making me feel things that should be physically