Sweet Dreams
We fell into an easy rhythm, watching TV together at night until bedtime, when we hugged and went our separate ways.
But tonight, I wasn’t tired. It was half past ten when we’d gone to bed, and I’d been lying here awake for an hour. I knew a cup of warm milk would help me sleep, but I didn’t want milk. I wanted Jace . Wanted to feel the way only he could make me feel.
Emboldened, I rose from my bed and tiptoed down the hall. Charlie followed me.
Jace was obviously asleep under the blankets, lying on his side. His breathing was deep and even. I lifted the blanket, crawling in behind him.