Chapter 29

The first thing I notice when I wake up is the fact that I'm in a bed. Not only that, but it's a bed I'm not familiar with. I've grown accustom to making my own little bed on the floor of my room. It's one of the few things that has helped ease my guilt, not to mention I'm used to it. Believe it or not, but I find the floor surprisingly comfortable.

Instead of carpet covered hardwood floor, I'm met with silky sheets and suffocating heat. The warmth in the bed is unreal. Out of sheer reflex, my body tenses before I suddenly remember where I am and who I am with.

I carefully turn in the bed, hoping not to stir the sleeping man next to me. It was so late last night when we finished talking that I barely remember climbing into bed and falling asleep. Warmth rolls off Benji's sleeping form in waves. I swear, if I were to touch his skin now it would probably be burning. I'm not used to waking up next to someone else, let alone a man. I've never shared my bed before. He's sound asleep, loo