ADDISON
Gentle fingers woke me. Someone was brushing my hair from my forehead, and as my eyes opened, I heard a soft croon.
“Hey, hey.” I could hear the smile, then a relieved laugh. “You’re waking up. It’s me.”
The corner of my lip twitched. I knew who it was.
“It’s Sia.”
I opened my eyes, and there she was, looking like she’d just showered. Her hair was wet, and she was—I tried to lift my head so I could see better. Was she wearing sweatpants and a hoodie? I wrinkled my nose, or tried. She wouldn’t wear a ratty-looking sweatshirt. But then I caught the Georgetown logo. It was Jake’s. Sia would totally wear her boyfriend’s clothes—relish them even.
“Is something wrong with me?” She looked down at herself.
I shook my head. There was nothing wrong. Absolutely nothing. “It’s good to s
