Rolling to the other side I reach my arm across the bed, expecting Derek to be sleeping beside me, but it was cold and empty. His pillow was still indented with his head as the sheets were wrinkled by the shape of his body. The sheets beside me were twisted and folded as the cold air from outside drifted in between my legs.
Propping myself on my elbow I squint my eyes, before glancing around the room.
The air was foggy and misty, making it difficult to see anyone on the other side.
The metal door was closed and locked since last night, including the window seals from the living room. Grabbing Derek's black shirt from the ground I slip it on, before wrapping a knitted blanket folded on the chair around me. Stepping down onto the living room the cold cement send tingles up my spine as the hairs on my body stood up.
"Derek?" I whisper but still hear no answer.
The second floor was silent as I didn't hear the piano keys echoing in the room.
Walking to the middle, I stood beside the desk before glancing around the apartment and noticing that Derek had packed up everything into boxes.
"Derek?" Still no answer.
Hearing a faint whistling sound coming from the balcony door, I look over my shoulder to find Derek leaning on the halfway railing.
Wearing his normal attire; a black shirt, dark washed jeans, and his famous black boots, he didn't seem fazed by the cold air blowing against his skin.
Walking onto the balcony I held the blanket tighter around me before I was close enough to wrap my arms around Derek's slim waist.
"It's freezing..." I whisper to him as he lifts up his arm and pulls me in closer.
"Sorry, I didn't want to wake you..."
"So you left the door open?" I smirk.
"You slept in your shorts and sports bra...that's your fault."
Resting my head on his chest I took in his scent, feeling a sense of peace and content.
Standing in front of him I was now leaning on the railing was the blanket didn't do wonders with the cold air seeping through the holes.
"Come on, let's go inside.." He whispers still holding me in his arms.
Stepping back inside the not-so-cold apartment Derek locks the door behind him as I turn on the thermos near the front door.
"I'll go make us some coffee..." He said passing me by the door and walking into his kitchen.
Glancing at the man standing in front of me, it didn't feel real, any of this. We weren't fighting or arguing about anything, it was surprising actually. Knowing that we could get along, we just needed to yell it out.
Heading over to the couch on the other side of the room I grab one of the books sitting on the coffee table.
"I didn't know you like classics?" I said to Derek as he came over to the couch with two cups of coffee in his hands.
"I needed something to keep me busy for the time being."
Taking the black mug from his hands I bring my legs up close to my chest, as I take a sip of the drink.
"How many boxes do you think we'll need?" He asks.
"For what?"
"To move...you said you wanted to start fresh. The only way to do that is to leave this apartment, to leave all of the memories."
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The Dark Riders (Derek Hale Love Story) #8
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