Bryce's POV
I stir in my sleep and open my eyes to see my hand wrapped around Crystal's waist and her head on my chest. I gasp when I realize we slept off without knowing.
Careful not to wake her up, I raise my hand and check the time. It is past 10 pm and way past my usual two hours.
I am quite surprised that she is lying comfortably on my chest and sleeping soundly. Her mouth is slightly open and I am tempted to kiss her lips. The memories of what happened earlier rushed and I smile. When I also remember how I saw her, my heart irks.
The questions come rushing again.
Why is she here? Does she enjoy being here? Are they being coerced to do this? If Crystal hadn't rejected me in the first place, I would have assumed her nonchalant attitude and the sad-looking eyes were bec
