Kira’s POV
I laid there on the small mattress, pretending to toss and turn like I was too scared to sleep.
Every once in a while, I let out a soft whimper, just loud enough for Hank to hear.
I could feel his eyes on me even though Dahlia was sleeping quietly beside him, completely unaware.
Slowly, very slowly, I moved closer toward the bed.
My fingers, shaking slightly — pretending to still be afraid — reached out, brushing lightly against Hank’s hand that was hanging off the side of the bed.
At first, he didn’t react.
But when I moved my fingers again, softly tracing his skin, he tensed.
I held my breath, acting innocent, like it was just an accident because of fear.
Then, without saying a word, Hank reached down and pulled me closer.
He held my hand tightly, like he was trying
