I definitely shouldn’t have been looking forward to the moment he walked through that door again.
But I was.
More than I wanted to admit.
The couch was warm.Pearl was murmuring along with the movie.Wannabe mumbled something about cursed treasure.
And I realized I liked this.
This small, safe, ridiculous moment.
I liked Pearl.
I liked Wannabe acting like he was annoyed to be here, but I could tell he was enjoying the movie.
And God help me…
I liked the idea of Prime coming back to find me here.
Safe.
Relaxed.
Waiting for him.
Chapter Five
Prime
Shay didn’t sleep.
I knew she wasn’t sleeping because every damn time I shifted in the chair outside her door, I heard her move too.Light steps across the carpet, the springs of the bed, and soft breaths she tried to keep quiet.
She wasn’t crying.
Not panicking.
Not breaking down.
Just awake.
Too awake.
When her door finally clicked open, it wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be.I noticed immediately.
I lifted my head.“Can’t sleep?”
She stood in the doorway wearing the same oversized sweatshirt, hair pulled up in a messy knot that somehow made her look even smaller than she already was.Her eyes weren’t red, but they were tired, big and dark with exhaustion she didn’t want to admit.
“I’m trying,” she said softly.“But my brain is… loud.”
“Yeah.”I stood.“Come on.”
“Where?”she asked, surprised.
“Somewhere quiet.”
She blinked.“Isn’t my room quiet?”
