My stomach rumbled angrily, and I stirred. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of Reid’s arms wrapped securely around my middle from behind, but then my stomach rumbled again. I was starving.
My eyelids fluttered open and the first thing I saw was Reid’s phone screen, propped up against a pillow in front of me. The scene that played on the screen was of a man covered in blood, walking down a winding road flanked by tall trees.
My brow furrowed. “What are you watching?” I asked Reid.
“The Conjuring. The new one.” He pecked the curve of my neck and added, “Good morning.”
I twisted out of his grasp to sit up. I arched my back and stretched my arms above my head, before using my fingers to shake out my messy hair. It was then that I noticed the sound of steady rain pattering on
