Chapter 19

Emilie

After Brandon spilled out his emotions without saying a single word, we moved to the couch. Again, we didn't speak. We still aren't talking. In fact, I'm pretty sure he is asleep.

I glance down at Brandon's head resting in my lap and suck in a deep breath. Do not touch his blonde hair. Do not touch his soft and pretty hair. Keep chilling. Be cool. You're here to support and hold his hand through the darkness, not admire his beauty.

"I can feel you staring at me."

I cast my glance away and let out a nervous laugh. "I-I thought you were asleep." Crap, does he know I spent the last ten minutes staring at him?

Brandon shifts on the couch so he can look directly up at me. His blue eyes are half-closed and so tired, and his lips are caught in a frown, but there is a slight color on his cheeks.

Is he embarrassed? He is pulling the face of a hesitant person. At first, I expect him to just grunt and roll over, but he reaches out his arm and grabs my hand. My breath hitches when