Chapter61:Love Letter

Aaron I woke up in the morning with a crick in my lower back, lying on an ancient recliner covered in knots and rips. The cushions barely gave under me anymore. I would rather sleep on a nice soft bed next to a pretty redhead than in this decrepit old chair, but it was all I had. I smirked at my own ridiculous thought. I wondered how much of last night she remembered. Probably forgot everything, I sighed. I decided to go check on her. Jane went to work, and Jake had a morning class, so I was left alone with Miss Drunken mess. I lightly knocked on the guestroom door. "Bella?" I called her quietly but didn't get any answer. Is she still passed out? I cracked the door open and peered into my bedroom. The bed was empty, and I heard the hum of the shower running through the walls. The apartment smelled like a mixture of morning dew, soap, and shampoo. I walked back into the living room and started to make breakfast. She wasn't in any position to turn that down. After all that food she gave