Chapter Eight

It was a cold morning. The morning air felt chilly and the atmosphere was really cold.

Belle looked out her windows and noticed there wasn’t even a slight ray of sunshine outside.

There wasn’t a hell of a lot to do on a cold Sunday morning at five o’clock in the morning but to stay indoors at home.

Belle laid in bed, a bit anxious and restive. She hadn’t heard from Ronnie for days now and she was freaking out.

Belle had replied to his text that night after Zeke had left her house and all they’ve done was text and call each other ever since then.

They had texted each other morning, afternoon and night. All day long, everyday and of course, she loved every second of it. It felt really great to have a guy text her every day, checking up on her, making her feel extremely special and loved.

It was the absolute best feeling in the entire world especially when it was coming from a guy who she was obviously head over heels for.

Belle had a whole damned day to twiddle her thumbs before going to