Chapter 177

‘Very funny,’ I muttered. ‘Just go to sleep.’ He flicked the lamp off. Silence. The gap between us could’ve fit three grown adults. Each of us had our own duvet. Not even a wrinkle crossed the invisible line. I opened one eye. The dark made it hard to see, but after a minute, my sight adjusted. He was lying flat, hands tucked under his pillow, breathing slow and even. I stared. He didn’t move. It was unsettling. He was being... well-behaved. Too well-behaved. He usually insisted on a kiss. Or some dumb excuse to touch my face. I stayed awake, waiting. Nothing. Eventually, my eyes burned. I tried to hold them open. I lost. Sleep dragged me under before I could work out what the hell he was plotting. Sometime in the morning, I blinked awake. My face was pressed against bare skin. Warm, smooth, and definitely not a pillow. My arm was hooked over a chest that rose and fell in slow, steady breaths. His chin grazed the top of my head. My leg was draped over his hip like I’d lost all sense of