I woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed.
I turned around to check the bathroom, but he wasn't in it either. I started getting worried, but then I felt a surge of happiness that wasn't mine. He was okay. That was good.
But he was still far away, and it pained me for some reason. It seemed like every second we got wasn't enough—like we could never be close enough. It was exhilarating and somewhat frustrating, but I'd grown accustomed to it in such a short time.
I got up from the bed and grabbed his sheet with me as I quickly went to my room across the hall to pick up some of my own pajamas. I also grabbed a bunch of clothes from the dresser and shuffled back to Harlan's room to put them in his closet.
I guessed I would be staying here more often, and considering how nice Harlan's room was, I knew I wouldn't mind it. Hopefully, he wouldn't either.
