Chapter 35

I don’t mean to fall asleep on the couch. One second I’m watching my favorite slasher film on demand, and the next I’m vaguely aware of Shane picking me up and carrying me upstairs. I barely manage to open my eyes as he pulls my clothes off and guides me onto my stomach to ease the plug out. “Sorry,” I manage.
“You need the rest.” He disappears for a few moments and then returns to tuck us into his bed.
I’m barely awake enough to register disappointment that we’re just sleeping now, him wrapping his big body around me before darkness sucks me under once more. I don’t dream, which is a relief in and of itself.