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Jamila lifted a brow. “That was a hell of a dream. You're sure no one's in here?”
I nodded and shook myself from Westin’s hold. I dragged the duvet off, needing to change my clothes. Maybe a quick shower would help me calm down. Westin's gaze roved over me. Flicking down to my breasts, and then quickly back up to my eyes and away again.
I glanced down and realized my white tank top was now see through thanks to my sweat. Crossing my arms over my chest, I muttered, “Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry to wake and worry you.”
Westin stood, took the gun off my nightstand, and shoved it into the waistband of his gray joggers. It was my turn to pretend that I hadn't caught a quick peek at the imprint in the gray material as he stood.
“If you don't mind, I'm going to do a quick check of the room okay?”
“Knock yourself out, I'm going to grab a shower.”
He nodded and proceeded to the loo. When he came out, his gaze drifted to mine, and I could see the worry and concern in his expression. Worse was the knowledge. That intimate knowledge that he had of who I was. And the fact that I was still having this very bad dream.
There was a time when I would have talked to him about it, a time when he would have held me close and asked me to tell him stories about my sister so I could remember her well. There was a time when he would have told me that when he was old enough, he would help me find my sister.
That time was long past.
I had to remember that version of Westin no longer existed.
The problem with that was, he had the knowledge. It was still embedded somewhere in that robot mind of his. And I hated that he knew me that well. I hated that tiny part of me that longed for understanding.
When he was done with the loo, the closets, and under the bed, he checked to make sure the fire escape was locked, even though we were on the fourth floor. “To be safe I'll check the rest of the flat, but I think no one's here.”
I nodded. At the end of the day, he was just doing his job It wasn't his fault the dreams had started again.
Just as he left, Jamila came over to give me a squeeze, still holding her cricket bat. “Honey, who the hell is Lenora?”
My heart squeezed. “What?”
“Lenora. You were screaming her name in your dream.”
“I—” I shook my head. “I don't know. It was just a dream.”
Her brow furrowed as she watched me, but then she stepped back and took her bat with her as she left. “Okay, get some sleep.”
I knew for a fact that was never going to happen.
Nissa
Exhaustion tried to pull me down. It was like walking through sludge. I was busy pouring my coffee into my to-go cup when Westin came out of his room. "Are you almost ready to go?"
I nodded. "I have an exam this morning."
He cleared his throat as he watched me, and I sighed. "What? What is it?"
"I know I probably shouldn't ask this, but are you okay?"
I knew why he was asking, and my gaze flickered over to Jamila's bedroom. "I'm fine."
"Jamila's gone already. She said she'd see you after your first class for coffee."
I sighed. "Oh, right. I forgot."
"So you don't have to pretend with me."
I didn't have to pretend with him? What the hell?
After everything we’d been through, he had the nerve to say that to me? "Wait, just so I understand. You're telling me that I can talk to you, that you are trustworthy, and that I can tell you my deepest, darkest secrets and you are here for me. Is that what you're telling me?"
