chapter 16

Marabella I fall asleep waiting for Jonah to return home. I have no idea what time it is when he returns but I feel someone’s hands touch me, nearly making me jump out of my skin when arms scoop me up off the sofa. My arms flail out as panic sets in, thinking I am falling off the couch when his scent hits me. “It’s just me,” Jonah whispers gently, and I turn in his arms to squint at him in the darkness. This feels nice. I feel safe. But I can’t let him know that. “I was comfy, and I can walk, you know?” I protest. I feel kind of embarrassed that he is carrying me. Jonah ignores me before he places me in a bed, and I realize I’m in his room. His scent is overwhelmingly strong in here, but comforting. Sitting up, Jonah pushes me back down, climbing over the top of me and laying beside me. Does he know that he put me in the wrong room? Although I prefer the couch over the spare room. However, we have never slept in his room here together. It has always been one boundary that has never bee