Wake up, Ben.” How had he fallen asleep? It was his turn to stay awake, and he always did. Sleep was never an issue for him. If he needed to stay awake and alert, he was the man for it. “Ben,” his name was called, with a nudge at his shoulder. In a panic he realized if he’d fallen asleep, then what happened to Trent? No way Trent was waking him up. Lack of sleep had always been Trent’s weakness. There was a strong grip on his shoulder now, urging him awake. “Ben.” He bolted upright and looked around the dark room anxiously. “Trent, where are you?” he asked frantically. “Ben, are you okay?” Looking around the dark room some more, he realized it was his bedroom, and he was in bed. The person that had been trying to wake him up was Presley. Dread filled him immediately, mixed with a bit of anxiety—how was he going to explain this away?
