Julian’s hand was still against my back when I woke again. I must have only been asleep for an hour, maybe less. The room was dark except for the thin line of streetlight slipping in through the blinds. I could hear his breathing, steady but not deep enough for sleep.

I shifted slightly. “You’re awake,” I said quietly.

“I am,” he replied, his voice low. “Have been for a while.”

I rolled onto my back to see his face. His eyes were open, watching the ceiling like it might have an ...