In the middle of the night I wake startled not sure where I am. Images of Brets lifeless body waver in my blurred vision, sweat soaking the sheets.
Quickly I sit up, my heart racing to the point I feel dizzy. I feel cold, and alone.
"Tate?"
Using my arm I feel along the bed for Tate, but come up empty. My heart skips a beat, my body warming in a state of panic that she left. Sitting up on my knees I pull the blankets off the bed and find her hanging halfway off the other side of the bed naked.
She must have moved after I feel asleep. Relieved she didn't leave me again, I slide both hands through my hair trying to relax my beating heart. Glancing at her I can't help but notice how peaceful she looks asleep.
Anger strikes against my chest after the panic settles. I didn't want her to m
