Gage
I couldn’t have been asleep long, not with the way my brain still felt foggy and unclear, but something was wrong. Something was different. It made my body spring into action before my mind could catch up.
I rolled to my side, stretching my arm out across the blanket, reaching for her automatically. She must have moved in her sleep, curled up somewhere just out of reach. That was fine. That was okay. But I just needed her close again. I needed her pressed against me, where she belonged.
My hand swept across the blanket, the cool fabric telling me what my brain couldn’t yet comprehend—she wasn’t there.
My brows furrowed as I pushed myself up onto my elbow, rubbing the sleep from my eyes with the heel of my hand. A groan slipped from my lips as my back protested the hard ground bene
