Annabel was lying in bed with the heavy comforter pulled up to her chin but it didn't make her feel any better.
In the quiet darkness, her mind was restless and sharp. She saw a replay of the recent events instead of plaster when she looked up at the ceiling.
She caught a glimpse of Fred's face. A few inches off.
His eyes had been the entire world in the abrupt, excruciating moment of her awakening and the moonlight had etched the sharp planes of his jaw and cheekbones.
He was wide dark and displaying an emotion she had never seen him display before.
There was no denying that it had been intense and pure yearning.
She turned over on her side and punched the pillow several times. A slow, warm seep of certainty filled her stomach as she realized
“He was going to kiss me.”
When th
