Copyright August 2012, Sofia Bane
I was miserable when I got home that Friday afternoon: stressed, exhausted, no patience anymore for just about anyone. Anyone but my boyfriend, that is, and that was a blessing because he knew me better than I knew myself, knew exactly what I needed.
Ari was in the kitchen when I walked into the house, swinging the door shut behind myself. “Hey,” he said. His face changed when he actually looked at me. “Bad day?”