When I woke, Dylan was sitting up in bed beside me, watching me sleep. I wasn’t used to waking up next to him like this. Most of the time, he would already be out of bed and getting ready for work or something else that he had planned for the day. Dylan was only beside me now because he was afraid to go downstairs by himself. That thought made me giggle.
“What is so funny?”
“Nothing,” I answered with a smile still spread across my lips. “What time is it?”
He shrugged, crossing his arms. “I have no idea. Hold on and let me get my phone.” He reached over on the nightstand and grabbed his phone. “Five-thirty.”
I didn’t sleep for nearly as long as I thought that I would. Maybe I would have enough time to get a shower in before dinner.
As I climbed off the bed, Dylan stood too. He probably
