Lyla
I heard the whispers before I opened my eyes. I was on my side in bed. The arms around me were covered in tattoos, so I knew that Conner was holding me. His slow even breaths told me he was sleeping. I opened my eyes. The room was dim, the blackout curtains were drawn, but the bathroom light was on, and the door was cracked. The door to the bedroom was open, which was why I could hear whispers.
An image flitted through my mind. Conner’s face hurt and Kellen’s jaw was tight. I did that. I hurt them, from my careless words. I slowly turned and looked at his beautiful face. When he slept he looked so boyish. He was only two years younger than me, but to me he looked so much younger. I could see he had tear stains on his cheeks and something inside me ached at seeing them.
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