Andrea’s POV
When I opened my eyes the next morning, Kieran was gone. The blanket covered me from my feet to my waist; I couldn’t remember going under it. I sighed, the events of last night replaying aggressively in my brain.
Kieran walked in on me naked. My face flushed in recollection of the embarrassing thoughts that accompanied me to sleep. But that wasn’t what was bugging my mind. Slowly, I sat up in bed, recalling Kieran struggling in his sleep. He had been having a nightmare or a bad memory, I was sure of it. It must have been awful seeing how much he struggled and groaned out of his sleep.
I couldn’t help but wonder how often he had such bad experiences. Not like it was any of my concern, and with the way he snapped at me last night, that was clear. I got out of bed, deciding
