When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 293

Most folks knocked with a rhythm of either two quick taps followed by a longer one or two long knocks followed by a quick tap But the person outside my door was playing a whole different tune “Knock–knock, knock–knock, knock–knock, knock–knack, knock–knock, knock”

“Knock, knock, knock! Knock, knock, knock.”

The knocking somehow morphed into a melody reminiscent of a childhood jingle. Still, it didn’t make me any! woken up.

less

grumpy about being

Shuffling in my slippers, I went to the door and yanked it open, only to find Gregory at the dont his hair a mess, draped in an oversized hoodie

Seeing me still in my pajamas, he smirked, “Jane, you remember we’ve got that trip to Vista Town today, right?”

I was impatient. “Yeah, of course. I texted you last night, asking when we were leaving. You never got back to me, remember?”

touch of appreciation. “I figured you’re usually up at odd hours and thought I should let you catch some extra 2’s. And then again, what’s

against my door frame with his eyes

maybe you should head

myself. Work had been a beast, and good sleep was

“So, am I going back to sleep, or are

minutes. If I don’t see you with

snapped me awake. I slammed the door shut, rushed back

wash–up and grabbing a few sandwiches and yogurts from the fridge for breakfast on the go, I reopened the

true to his style without unnecessary words, not an

to see his usual flashy sports

cat, the driver

nodded, replying.

car door for me, and there was Gregory, fast asleep with an eye mask on, oblivious to the

to Vista City was short, barely two

I finished my makeshift breakfast and,

“Lily”

beside me. And almost instinctively, I responded