-Caspian Grayson:
I stare at him for another long moment before quietly closing the bathroom door behind me.
The soft click barely makes any sound.
Kyle doesn't move.
Still asleep.
Still completely relaxed in my bed as he belongs there.
And maybe that's what gets me moving in the first place.
That terrifying comfort.
The way my room stopped feeling like only mine somewhere during these last few weeks.
I reach up absently, running my fingers through my damp hair. I showered not long ago, and the ends are still wet enough that cold droplets slide slowly down the back of my neck now and then.
Kyle shifts slightly in his sleep.
Just enough that the blanket slips lower on his waist.
I bite back a smile.
Then, slowly, quietly, I climb onto the bed.
The mattress dips softly underneath my weight, but he still doesn't wake up properly. He only makes this small sleepy sound under his breath and presses his face deeper into the pillow.
My chest aches again.
