ADELE'S POV
Julian is snoring.
I want to place my pillow on his face and press down.
I peel my sleeping mask off and make out his silhouette in the darkness. He lay curled up like a fetus.
I want to wake him up, but that'll be unfair. He had a long couple of weeks–getting brutally mauled by me in a sleepwalking episode, almost blinded by Celeste.
I'll let him snore just a little more. I twisted my body to the side and fluffed a duvet over him, tucking him in at the chin.
My chest burned as I pulled myself up and I panted softly for a few seconds.
My head throbbed steadily and my vision blurred as I buried myself in my pillows.
I felt a tad guilty for taking Julian's bed. It's not that I don't want to rest my head on his perfect chest and have him lull me to sleep. So much has
