Celeste
I woke to darkness.
For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. Then I felt the warmth of Jamie’s body behind me, his arm wrapped securely around my waist, and everything came rushing back.
I glanced toward the clock on the bedside table.
Not even two in the morning.
The house was completely silent.
Everyone was asleep.
Everyone except me.
My body still carried the lingering sensations of the night before, and despite knowing I should probably close my eyes and go back to sleep, I couldn’t.
I wanted him.
Slowly, almost experimentally, I let my fingertips trace the curve of Jamie’s shoulder.
He shifted in his sleep, instinctively tightening his arm around me.
But he didn’t wake.
A smile tugged at my lips.
I wanted him awake.
I wanted to feel his eyes on me.
I wanted to
