Jessica’s P.O.V
I woke up with a jolt, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. It wasn’t a sound that woke me, not exactly. More like a prickling sensation that screamed I wasn’t alone.
Without opening my eyes, I lay there, listening. Silence. Tentatively, I peeked one eye open, scanning the room. Everything was just as I’d left it the night before and yeah, no one was in the room with me.
So what was that odd feeling, I thought, sitting up and throwing my arms high above my head in a tired stretch, jaws parted in a yawn. Must have been a dream.
Seeing as it was still pretty dark through the opening in my curtains, I leaned to the side, trying to reach for my phone on the nightstand to check the ungodly hour.
Just as my fingers brushed the cold wood of the nightstand, f****
