I'd been lying there wretchedly wide awake for long enough for the birds to start chirping outside when I heard the couch creak, its springs and frame protesting Colin's densely-muscled weight.
And then the floor creaked too. My bedroom door opened with a quiet squeak of hinges.
I tensed, hoping Colin hadn't come in to restart the fight about Meredith…or to tell me he was leaving.
But he didn't say anything at all. A gust of cold air hit my back as he lifted up the blankets, and then the bed dipped as he climbed in behind me.
Now we had a literal gap between us, as well as figurative—and that couple of inches of space felt like miles.
I couldn't feel anything but the air between us, fraught with…I didn't even know what, but it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up and froze my lungs, making me hold my breath.
