Her breathing evened out.
Her head went heavier against my chest.
I glanced down.
Her eyes were half-lidded and fighting sleep the way a kid fights bedtime.
“You tired?”I asked.
“No,” she mumbled.
She was definitely tired.
“Good, neither am I.”
She didn’t answer.Her eyes slipped shut completely, and her hand curled lightly around the fabric of my shirt like she didn’t trust the couch not to swallow her whole.
My arm settled around her.
Her legs draped lightly against mine.
The movie flickered blue light over the room, making everything soft, blurred, quiet.
Lost snored again.
Shay didn’t even twitch.
Her breaths grew slow.Warm.Familiar.
Her fingers loosened their grip on my shirt and went slack against my chest.
She’d fallen asleep on me.
Of course she had.
And of course… I didn’t mind.
Not even a little.
I rested my hand carefully over hers, keeping it there.Not touching too much, but not too little.
Just for that moment, she wasn’t scared, and neither was I.
Chapter Four
Shay
Prime walked a half-step ahead of me as we crossed the common room toward the kitchen, like I was a VIP guest and a flight risk at the same time.His shoulders were tense, jaw ticking, and his eyes constantly swept the room like he expected danger to come flying out of the cereal cupboard.
He made me feel safer than anyone ever had.
And that scared the crap out of me.
“Sit,” Prime ordered and pointed at one of the barstools.
“Bossy,” I muttered.
“Yep.”
