The Pining Paradox

CHAPTER TEN

Brynn had already cleaned the small kitchen in their apartment. Then, she’d taken all of her bedding down to the industrial washers, putting in what amounted to a comically small load, even though it had filled her entire hamper.

Now, she was padding around the living room, circling the sofa and eyeing it. Once she sat down and snuggled under Hallie’s obscenely soft blankets, it was unlikely that she’d be pulling herself up again.

For the first time in weeks, Brynn felt adrift. Hallie was on a date tonight. Which, in many ways, was exactly what should be expected. Together, she and Hallie—though with differing amounts of dedication—had put this very intentional plan in motion.