APRIL's POV
Chris’ voice was calm, steady, but something about it sent a strange shiver through me. I hesitated for a second, staring at the rain-streaked window before answering.
"I'm not sleeping. Come in."
The door creaked open, and Chris stepped inside, wearing a plain black T-shirt and loose pajama pants. His blond hair was slightly tousled, as if he had run his fingers through it one too many times.
"I figured you might not be able to sleep with the storm," he said, still standing by the door, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
I pulled the blanket tighter around myself, pressing my lips together. "I couldn’t sleep even before the storm started. Now, it’s impossible."
He nodded, glancing at the window where lightning briefly illuminated the dark sky. He exhaled before spe
