CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Day 7 of classes: Peter is tested for advancement
Sarah snuggles closer to her pillow. She squeezes it, rubbing her cheek into its warmth. Sighing, she shifts her arm across its top. Sliding along, her fingers catch on something. Her eyes shoot open. Heart races. This isn’t a pillow. She lies still for a moment. Her head and arm rise and fall. Oh no. What should she do? If she moves, he might wake up, but if she stays still until he does, what would he think? The last time this happened, they both almost fell out of the bed.
Peter moves.
Not meaning to, Sarah’s arm stiffens making her grip tighten.
Peter moves again, this time to turn over away from her.
Sarah moves herself off him as he turns and props herself up on her elbow. She watches him sleep for a few sec
