Nia
I flicker my eyes open with a confused haste; it feels like I've slept forever. And the most puzzling part is that I don't remember waking up in the middle of the night, not even once. I can't even remember the last time that happened. I bring my hands from under the blanket to rub my eyes, adjusting my sight to the illuminated room. When I comb my fingers through my hair, a startled cry flits my mouth when I touch a hand that's resting at the side of my head. My eyes rip open and I look up to see Reeves blinking away sleep.
"Morning, " he greets me gruffly. I gaze at him with a mix of confusion and curiosity until the moments before I drifted off last night come back to me. I fell asleep. . .next to him. "Sleep well? " he asks, scrubbing his hands over his face, ending it with a s
