ROMAN
I couldn't sleep.
Eve was curled up beside me, soft and small, her hair fanned across the pillow like spilled ink. The steady rhythm of her breathing should've calmed me, but it didn't. My chest felt tight, too full, like I was holding something I couldn't name—something that scared the hell out of me.
She looked peaceful, like she didn't have a single worry in the world. But I knew better. I'd seen her cry tonight — really cry — and something inside me cracked open when she did. I wasn't supposed to feel like this. Not for anyone.
I'd told her I liked her, and even now, I didn't know what the hell that meant. I just knew that when she looked at me, everything else went quiet.
I brushed my thumb over her jaw, tracing the curve of her lips. She shifted, murmuring some
