Chapter Twenty-Eight
Light brushes my eyelids and gently urges me from dreamland and back to the world of the living. I half open one eyelid and peek out, closing it again almost immediately. Too early. Too bright. My body feels stiff and achy, as if I’ve been curled tightly in one position for too long. I moan and try to stretch my legs out, but—
I freeze.
My eyes spring open.
And I realise several things at once.
One, something warm is pressed along the length of my body. Two, the blanket wrapped around me isn’t mine. And three, I don’t remember getting into my own bed last night.
HOLY FREAKING CRAP. I spent the night in Adam’s bed. I’ve never spent the night in any guy’s bed before, and now I’m in my best friend’s bed, pressed up against him, his darned beautiful voice still playi
