Vaguely, I remembered falling asleep while he rubbed my back, but shouldn’t he have left? He must have his own room somewhere because he didn’t have any luggage with him, and it had been far too early for a pred to fall asleep when I’d finally lost consciousness. Not that I entirely minded his presence. Sleeping around other people made me feel vulnerable, but I’d already done it once with Devon and survived. Plus, there was something nice about having a familiar person so close when I was in such unfamiliar territory. It was just confusing. Again. I gazed at him a moment as he lay on his back, dark hair fanned out across the white pillowcase. His breaths were a steady rhythm in the otherwise quiet room. Amazing how innocent people appeared when they slept. Along the nearby wall, thin strips of daylight outlined the drapes, providing just enough brightness to see by. Whatever time it was, I could tell it wasn’t late enough for me to have gotten sufficient rest.
