Chapter 13

I woke up in the middle of the night, a little confused and somewhat panicked. I wasn’t sure why, I knew I’d just had a nightmare, but I couldn’t remember any of the details. The lights in the room were off, but there was a dim light from the outside spilling in under the door.

It outlined Cristo’s silhouette. He sat on the stool, arms crossed on the bed, leaning forward and his head resting on them as he snored away softly. I felt so bad for him.

Tentatively, I reached out for him, unsure if what I was doing was appropriate. I just wanted him to sleep okay and not be too tired to drive back home.

“Cristo,” I whispered with a gentle hand on his shoulder. I nudged him just enough for him to open his eyes. He blinked sleepily and lifted his head, yawning wide.

“Hi.” He grunted tiredly, and oh, my fucking goodness—what was his voice doing to me?

I felt so embarrassed at the very sensual reaction my body had to it that I pulled the comforter over my chest. Not that he would be able to see