Bailey POV
I can't sleep. How could I possibly sleep?
Nolan's apartment feels like a prison, I feel like a caged bird, a doll.
The sheets smell like him, a scent that once meant comfort and I was obsessed with but now makes my stomach turn.
He is lying next to me, one arm draped possessively across my waist even in sleep.
I've been staring at the ceiling for hours. I can't sleep.
Every time I close my eyes, I see Orion's face.
The way he looked before I left, how he kissed my forehead and told me to be safe. The way he held me on the yacht on our vacation, promising we would get through this together.
I can't help but wonder if he knows where I am yet or if he has tried calling.
My phone is somewhere in Nolan's possession.
I haven't seen it since he took it from me hours ago.
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