Seconds, minutes, maybe even hours pass by, but I can't sleep.
I've slept alone for twenty-four years. Why tonight, of all nights, do I feel the emptiness in the bed, and why is it messing with my mind?
With a frustrated growl, I throw off the covers and crawl out of the bed. I'm going to go up there and...well, I don't know what I'm going to do, but I can't stay here. I stalk over to the door and pull it open with more force than necessary. I get two steps past the threshold before I'm falling to the ground.
"Ow. Fuck!"
My hands sting from the impact, and the wind gets slightly knocked out of me. What was that?
"Blake?"
"Kass? What the fuck are you doing on the floor?"
"What areyoudoing on the floor?"
"I tripped over you, you dumb ass."
"Shit. I'm sorry."
"Were you waiting outside the door?"
"No."
It's dark in the hallways except for a little moonlight that's shining through a small window.
"Yes," he admits.
"Why?" My voice is breathy, and I'm breathing heavier than I should be.
"I was waiting to see if you'd come to me."
Chapter Thirty-Two
B
"You were waiting for me?"
"Yeah. I fell asleep." He rubs his palm over his eye.
"What made you think I'd come to you?"
"Well," he gestures to me, sitting on the ground across from him, "you did, didn't you?"
"I was going to get a drink of water."
"Were you?" The edges of his mouth quirk up in the tiniest smile, killing me softly.
"No..."
He shifts his weight, now kneeling in front of me.
"Why didn't you just wait for me in your room if you were so sure I was going to come?"
He leans forward on his hands to get closer to me. "Clover's room shares a wall with mine."
"And why would that make a difference?" I'm playing dumb, but he knows me better than that.
"I think you know why."
