I’m warm and comfortable when some rude person starts shaking me awake.
“Lily, wake up, we have to get back to your room.”
That jolts me awake and I shoot up. I’m outside, on the roof with Clint. I fell asleep. I’d been tossing and turning all night and on impulse, I texted him. When he brought me up here, I was ready to stomp right back to my room until he told me I was the only one he’d every brought up here. And then…..I fell asleep, almost immediately. Between Clint’s fingers in my hair and Donovan’s purring in my ear, I didn’t stand a chance.
Clint is standing up, holding out his hand to me. “We have to get you back to your room before anyone notices.”
“What time is it?” I ask, moving off the blanket and letting him fold it up and put it back where he stores it.
“Early, but not early enough. We both fell asleep.” He gets to the slanted roof and carefully slides down before turning, reaching out for me with one hand and putting a finger to his lips. The universal sign to be qu
