JUNIPER
“What is she doing here?” Nathan was trying to whisper. His voice had that raspy hush to it, but he failed the volume aspect of a whisper.
“Ask Asher,” Axel said.
I kept my eyes closed. I wasn’t ready to wake up and talk to anyone yet. My body felt too heavy. The couch was surprisingly comfortable, possibly more so than my bed, but the conversation with Axel had only made it more difficult to sleep.
“But she slept over. Does that mean—”
“I implore you not to ask that question,” Asher said. “And stop staring at her. Let her sleep.”
“But why is she here?” Nathan asked again.
“Sleeping, obviously,” Axel said.
I could practically hear the eye roll from Nathan. “That’s not what I meant. “
“Does it matter why she’s here? She’s here. Leave it alone before you wake her up,” Axel
