*Adrienne.*

I lay awake, staring at the intricate artwork on Lucas's ceiling, while he slept beside me, behind a mound of pillows that made some kind of wall separating both our sides of the bed.

I hadn't been able to sleep the night before and I took to counting sheep in my head to pass time. I was tempted to go downstairs into Lucas's library, but each time I insomuch as stirred, Lucas stirred too. It was like he was internally tuned to me so if I lay on my, he did too, and if I lay on my ...