We stayed up talking about the vampires in my dream until the early hours of the morning. I could tell that Andrew was still tense, but the more that we talked, the more that I let him into my world and my mind, the more he seemed to relax. By the time we returned to bed for a few hours’ rest, he willingly accepted me back into his arms and allowed me to snuggle him as we fell back to sleep.
When I woke up some hours later, the bed beside me was empty. I panicked at first.
Had I said something in my sleep again? Had Andrew gotten angry with me and charged off? Would he ever want to see me again?
Then I looked at the digital clock on his bedside table. 10:00 a.m. He was probably handling some Alpha King business; that was all.
