I woke up in Reed's arms an hour after we crawled into his bed. I was sticky and itchy from strawberries and it made me smile. His warm body pressed into mine. I had to get back to the loft and my room, so I wiggled out from his hold. He never woke up.

A soft glow from a nightlight in his bathroom helped me locate my clothes after washing some of the sticky red trails from my body with a washcloth. I made it downstairs and noticed the security system. Reed had given me the ...