BAM. BAM. My eyes flew open, my heart racing as I sat straight up in my bed. I looked around, slightly disoriented. When I realized I was in my shitty apartment, alone, I flopped back down on my bed, and the old, worn out springs screamed from the sudden movement. BANG. BANG. I jumped again, and it took a minute for it to register with me that the racket was someone beating on my door. I took several breaths to calm my pounding pulse then stumbled the few steps out of my room and to the front door. WHAM. Another pound over the door. “Hang on a second,” I yelled through the pressed wood as I turned the deadbolt. A young guy stood outside my door holding a large bouquet of pink and purple roses. Each petal had been trimmed in glitter. He peeked around the arrangement, still staring down at the card in his hand, his mouth dangling open when his eyes rose to meet mine.
What do You think about Roxy (Pandemic Sorrow #3)?
