Cecilia
The events in Boulder had left me physically and emotionally drained, and I'd fallen into the deepest sleep I'd experienced in weeks.
When I started to surface from sleep, the dream-fog still thick in my brain, I reached out with the lazy confidence of someone absolutely sure they were still in their own bed.
My hand landed on something warm. Solid. Not Harper.
"Harper?" I mumbled, patting blindly. "Why does your shoulder feel... suspiciously like a gym membership?"
My hand slid lower.
“…Wait. Where did your chest go?”
A voice—not Harper’s, not even a little—answered, deep and unreasonably close to my ear.
“Can’t find it?” The voice rumbled, low and amused. “Maybe you should try a more thorough search.”
My hand froze mid-snoop, now resting squarely on w
