A Night VisitorKit stirred, over warm in the comfy bed. She pushed at the heavy weight laying across her shoulders, stilling as it gave a sigh and lifted. “Jerry?” Her voice sounded loud and afraid in the darkness. A long body pressed against her back and her cheek rested on something warm and fleshy. It moved as she panicked and disappeared from under her head.
A gentle finger pressed against her lips. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” Jerry’s soothing cadence provided immediate reassurance. As the adrenaline fled Kit’s bloodstream, it left behind a tingling sensation in her extremities. Her breathing sounded rushed in the silence. Langdon’s steady snores completed the illusion of surety, and Kit struggled to regain her composure.
She remembered settling down in Jerry’s vast bed and drifting of
