I peeked through the small gap and looked at Emmett, still sleeping so peacefully. He was sleeping on his tummy, the blanket pushed away, one leg dangling at the side of the bed. Bambi was nestled on the pillow, right above his head.
It was a little past 9 and he hasn't woken up. I can't find it in me to wake him up, after last night. It's Saturday anyway, and he deserves to rest. He looked so scared and whoever this Edward is, he must be important to him. And he was shaking so bad. I could tell he was hiding it.
With a sigh, I went to grab my phone.
"Hey, my guy-"
"Shh," I shushed Dante when he walked in, uninvited like every other time. He frowned. "You're making noise," I glared at him.
"Emmett is still sleeping?" I sighed, sitting down on the couch.
"He didn't get much sleep last
