Emmett pov
The whole time Colt was talking I was staring at him, watching him. The others probably didn’t notice it, but I could see it. The dark circles under his eyes, the soft yawn he hid when Colette started talking. He had a nightmare last night, and I couldn’t help but feel like it was my fault, since I slept with my mother. She wouldn’t stop clinging to me, but I couldn’t blame her, from what I could tell she and dad were told I was pretty much dead this whole time. Going months worrying that someone you love is dead or is a vampire, I would be clinging to them too. But at the same time, It made me lonely. I missed Colt, even though it hasn’t been that long. I missed the feel of him beside me at night, his body pressed against mine, and the soft kisses he gave while we slowly fell
