When I woke up in the middle of the night for some unknown reason, I nearly screamed when I saw someone sitting on the edge of my bed.
It was Hunter.
“Hunter?” I called out, panting. My heart was hammering against my chest, and I inched closer to the headboard as if trying to put some distance between us.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a low voice. “I didn’t mean to scare you?”
“What are you doing here?” I asked, not caring to hide my agitation. “You scared the living hell out of me!”
There was a sliver of moonlight lighting the room from the parted curtains behind me. I could see him sitting there as clear as day.
He looked back at me, and even in the dark, I saw his eyes. They were glassy with unshed tears, and it immediately made me pause.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
Hunter shoo
