Chapter eleven
Kaylyn
Early the next morning, a buzzing sound infiltrates my sleep. I moan as a body moves over mine and grabs something from the nightstand near my head.
Behind me, Jonah whispers, “Hello.”
Then, the bed shifts again, and Jonah disappears into the hallway.
Just as I begin to doze off again, footsteps reenter and cross the room.
“You awake?” he whispers from somewhere past the foot of the bed.
I moan and squeeze my eyes closed. I really don’t want to be.
“I have to take care of something. I’ll be back in a few hours, and then I’ll take you to get your spare key. Kitchen is a mess but stocked. Make yourself at home.”
I moan again, turning over and pulling the blanket up to my neck. I really just don’t want to face him. Not that I’m a fan of mornings anyhow. The clos
