MIKA
By the time Channing pulls into his garage, I can barely keep my eyes open, and I blame it on the large breakfast, the meds, and the emotional roller coaster. We are back at his place, and I’m snug in the pajamas Jennifer bought me and Channing’s jacket. I was only wearing his shirt when the ambulance picked me up.
Blinking sluggishly as he parks, I force myself to sit up. “I swear I wasn’t this tired when we left the hospital.” Channing chuckles, unbuckling his seatbelt. “You had a long day,” he says, and I open my mouth to agree, but my words become incoherent as a yawn escapes.
Channing gets out of the car and walks over to open my door. He helps me out and keeps my hand snug in his as we walk up the pathway to his door.
The moment we step inside, I sink onto the couch, sighing
