Chapter 14Sometime during the early morning hours an arm was flung across my chest, and I came awake with a start to find I was not alone in my bed. Confused, I fumbled for my spectacles, needing them as a barrier, a shield. John hated when he fell asleep beside me, not that he did very often, and he’d be out of reason cross.
Well, so too was I, for I’d been having the most extraordinary dream in which someone actually cared for me, and John’s inconsiderate action had woken me from it.
“John.” I reached out and roughly shook his shoulder. “Wake up!”
“Who is this ‘John’?”
“G-Geo? I b-beg your pardon!” I stuttered, now fully awake.
“And so you should. I thought we were agreed you would not have anyone else in your bed.”
“You were agreed, sir, but you needn’t fear. I didn’t break my wor
