Chapter 040

[Apple]

I cannot remember a time when I last slept so deeply and felt so safe.

Most of the memories of my life before my mother met and married Doc Addams are a blur. All I have are small memories of that time, like the smell of her body and her warmth wrapped around me as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

She always smelled like mint and fresh-cut wildflowers.

Waking up next to Sylvester feels so similar, but different in so many ways. Firstly, I do not remember ever sleeping with my mother nude. Nor did she have biceps large enough to be pillows. Or a downy chest to warm my face. She didn't smell like evenings resting by a fire while drinking green tea. And she didn't purr contentedly like a giant cat while she slept.

And yet both moments feel like home.

But I shouldn't let myself get too comfortable. Despite what seems to be mutual attraction, at the end of the day, I'm just a fake Rental Luna pretending to be his true love and fated mate in a ridiculous plan to help Sy