SIXTEEN
“Elena? Elena, the game’s over,” Beckett says, keeping his voice low, the sound of it floating to me as if I’m underwater, a little muted and a lot far away. “I’m just going to touch your shoulder, okay?”
I grunt something unintelligible, and only when Beckett calls my name again, his hand gently rocking me do I flutter my eyes open, trying to get a blurry Beckett into focus. I shut my eyes again, turn my face into the pillow, and groan. I’m so warm right now and I don’t want to get up, I just want to sleep here forever.
“Baby, you’re really cute when you’re sleepy, but I know you don’t really want to sleep here forever. Come on, get up for me now. I’m going to make you some coffee so you can drive home. I’d drive you home, but you need your car for school tomorrow.”
I groan ag
