Esther opened her eyes to a scene that had grown so familiar it almost felt like home. The darkness filling the room told her it was probably midnight. From beside her came the sound of slow, steady breathing. She didn’t need to look to know whose it was. Still, she couldn’t help but ask herself why she kept waking up in someone else’s bed. No more precisely, why she always woke up in Gaara’s room.

She slowly sat up, her movements quiet against the sheets. A faint smile curved her lips ...