He started making his way towards me, and only then did I become aware of the fact that I was holding my breath, my lungs starting to burn and beg for release. He was frowning, his gaze focused on the area around around him, his eyes trying to peep around the borders of the tray. His main focus seemed to be his balance—yet, despite this, it looked like he’d topple over if I looked at him too long.
He came over to my side of the bed and I had to fight down the urge to pull away from him. How was it that I had managed to sleep beside him? And why did I wake up wanting nothing else? The shorter hair on the back of my neck started to prickle in awareness, warning me against his proximity as he sat down beside my outstretched legs.
I watched him as he balanced the tray over my legs and it w
