Chapter Six — Michael.
I can't sleep.
My body's used to it and I've always slept a couple of hours to get me functioning properly in the morning. Well, I can't deny that the cause of this isn't the sleeping angel with his head on my chest.
A smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I scroll through the messages he sent me yesterday evening. Simon got home before us and I could tell from the way he looks at me that he's not so trusty. I keep my distance from James throughout dinner and went out when Mariah and Chris came home. I went into my room and started doing push-ups.
The first message came around ten.
James: What are you up to? Won't you sleep?
Me: I'm doing push-ups.
James: You didn't talk to me again.
Me: We don't have to talk physically.
James: I know. But still, I love hea
