Farrah could watch Darren sleep for hours. His handsomeness was only enhanced by the lack of cares, the unconsciousness of his mind. But Corey hadn’t sent her up here to watch him sleep.
“Darren, wake up.” She brushed her fingers across his forehead, his hair so close and calling to her so strongly. He’d called late last night, but she’d already been in bed. She wanted to tell him about the therapy session with her parents, which she’d thought had gone pretty great. He’d told her to call.
She’d been disappointed until she’d learned about Rae’s accident. Then his behavior made sense. “Come on now,” she whispered, leaning down. “You’ve gotta wake up. Corey’s gonna—” She squealed as his arms snaked around her and pulled her onto the bed with him
“I’m tired,” he moaned. “What time is it?”
