Hailee's POV
Sleep wouldn't come easily.
No matter how many times I turned on the bed or how tightly I wrapped the blanket around myself, my mind refused to rest. Every time I closed my eyes, his face appeared—Nathan.
And the thoughts I had about him weren't the kind I should be having. They were warm, dangerous, and far too vivid for someone I was trying so hard to forget. After what felt like hours of tossing and turning, exhaustion finally won. My eyelids grew heavy, and I slipped into sleep, but it wasn't the peaceful kind.
It started with a voice.
Soft. Familiar.
"Hailee."
My heart skipped. I knew that voice too well. When I opened my eyes, the world around me shimmered faintly, caught between light and shadow. And lying in front of me, so close I could feel his warmth, was Nathan.
My breath hitched. "Nathan…" I whispered, almost afraid to say his name out loud.
