Chapter 15

Lizzie awoke in the middle of the night to find Trent gone. At first she assumed he’d left the apartment, and her heart sank, but as her eyes adjusted to the dimness of her bedroom, she saw a figure standing by her window.

She heard the patter of rain on the roof. Trent’s back was to her, and he didn’t move from his spot. Dawn hadn’t yet arrived, and when Lizzie glanced at her clock, she saw that it was only three in the morning.

She went to him, wrapping her arms around him. He jolted a little in surprise before laughing quietly.

“Why are you awake?” she murmured. She watched the rain hit the window, illuminated by the streetlamps outside.

“I couldn’t sleep,” was his only reply.

Lizzie felt the tension in him, the same tension she’d felt when he’d burst into her apartment that evening. She’d never felt so much desperation in Trent’s kisses before, and when she’d first seen his expression, she’d been frightened. Not frightened for herself, but scared for him.

Now, that earli