The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the way we were sleeping.
I was lying on the couch, wrapped up in his hoodie, and he... he was propped up on the floor, his back against the couch, one arm stretched out toward me. His hand was resting near mine, like he had stayed there all night just to make sure I was still right beside him.
He must’ve been watching over me the entire time. I blinked, my eyes still heavy from the tears i had shed last night, but the sight of him—so close, so protective—sent a strange warmth through my chest. I hadn’t realized how safe I felt until now. How much I had needed to know that someone was there for me.
I shifted slightly, wincing as I felt a sharp pain in my jaw. Instinctively, my hand went to my face, and the moment my fingers brushed the swolle
