It felt like it took forever to fall asleep, but I don’t know that I’ve ever slept so well! I dreamed of Alex. I don’t remember much other than that, except that we weren’t here, he wasn’t a werewolf, and we were happy.
I slept with him behind me all night, wrapped around me like a security blanket, and it was wonderful.
Now I’m awake before him. I roll onto my back so I can admire him. He is still sound asleep, and his face is angelic. No hint of beast or temper.
No hint of pain, either.
A sound down the hall startles me and catches my attention. I don’t want anyone to know I slept on the couch with Alex, so I gently slip off, careful not to wake him, and with great caution and finesse soundlessly make my way back down the hall to my room.
Only I know everyone probably heard me,
