Her gaze flickered up to his and there was a definite glare in her eyes, even though she knew she wasn't being fair. "I. want. to. go. home. I'll have a cab come pick you up in two hours to take you home." She pulled away from him and headed for the stairs.
She took the stairs two at a time and when she stepped out into the clean air, she forced herself to take a breath. Tears stung to her eyes and she shook her head. Stop that, Poppy. Stop that. Just walk. The other part of her, however, forced her to stop, forced her to think. How many more times is this going to happen? How many more times is it going to not be his fault? She took a deep breath and shook her head, heading down the street.
Poppy was in bed, a subtle lump under the covers. Her back was to the door, and she was curled up, her arms around a pillow.
He went to change, lazily pulling on his clothes before getting on the floor, too preoccupied to crawl into bed instead.
She stiffened for a moment, worrying that he was going to slip into bed next to her, but the moment passed and she relaxed, her eyes wide as she gazed at the opposite wall,
She stayed awake for a long time before going to sleep, her eyes fluttering closed as she ignored the twisting in her stomach.
Poppy woke up after a restless night’s sleep, her hand coming toher head as she sat up blearily. She happened to glance down and saw that Francis was on the floor and shook her head, standing up to grab her clothes.
She glanced down at him, one brow raised before she stepped over him and left the room, closing the door gently behind her.
