Chapter Eight
I toss back and forth, unable to get sleep to take me once more. I grunt in frustration and throw off the covers. Maybe I can go and get into Bryce's bed with him. It always makes me feel better when he's next to me, though I know he doesn't want to pressure me by being there all the time, especially after I've spent most of my life sleeping in a room on my own.
I pad out of my room and into the kitchen area. A cool breeze tickles my bare legs, but I ignore it. I wouldn't call it cold, and it isn't lifting up the long t-shirt I'm wearing, so I don't see it as a problem.
"Couldn't sleep?" Bryce asks.
I jump, not expecting him to be sitting on the sofa with his hand wrapped around a steamy mug.
"No," I admit, moving around to sit next to him.
He offers me his drink.
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