Sebastien’s POV
Hours had slipped by in that still room, and I hadn't even noticed and that scared me a little. I always knew when I'd slept wrong like a rookie missing a block. My body kept score even when my brain checked out, while the storm kept tearing through outside.
The bright morning sun hit my eyes. I groaned and sat up on the soft couch. It was five in the morning but I used to wake up at four without an alarm. Now I couldn't even hold onto time. My neck hurt and my mouth felt dry.
The room was too quiet and it wasn't the good kind of quiet neither was it that type of the locker-room-after-a-win quiet. It was the other kind. This was the kind where someone nearby is working hard to take up no space at all.
I stood with my bare feet on the cold floor.
I definitely felt it be
