Chapter 8

I push open my door on my return from the store down the street and see Romeo still sprawled out on the bed, peacefully sound asleep.

Sighing, I walk toward my dresser and sink into the chair before it, twisting my body to an angle where my right arm rests on the back of the chair while I watch him sleep.

His face does look a little peaceful now unlike before, forget the slight tug of his lower lip or the gentle crease of his brows.

I sit in that position, watching him as though I am some hopeless lover. Maybe I am. I find myself dozing off a few minutes after, only deciding to go and lie next to him when my head is almost disengaged from my body.

I climb up and settle next to him, my back toward him. Maybe the way the bed winces beneath me announces my presence because the next thing, a large arm has pulled me against a bare chest, chiseled face nuzzling into my neck. Then a heavy sigh of relief.

I am pulled into a deep sleep after that, though it feels like I didn't sleep for long a