CHAPTER 25
HOT. SO HOT. I kicked at the quilt wrapped around my legs and threw my arms out, knocking the covers to the floor. The moon glinted off the mirror on my closet door, highlighting the fact I was fully dressed. I flopped my head back onto the pillow and sighed. Mitch must have carried me to my room. The clock glowing on the nightstand told me it was one a.m.—he’d obviously gone to bed as well.
Late or not, I needed to get the bitter aftertaste of the wine out of my mouth. My furry tongue was crying out for a toothbrush. As I tiptoed to the bathroom, the faint glimmer coming from Mitch’s studio turned everyday furniture into monsters, casting eerie shadows across the floor. When I looked up, a dark figure passed in front of the light. So he hadn’t gone to sleep. He was painting a
