I put my Kindle back on the table. I’m going to count sheep.
Doesn’t work.
Nothing works.
I’m going to be awake all night.
I’m finally very sleepy and I’m definitely drifting off…
…and then Callum stirs and rolls over and, ping, I’m wide awake again.
I suddenly snap.
‘I want to kill you,’ I hiss.
‘What?’ he murmurs.
I sit bolt upright in bed. ‘Are youawake?’
‘Nope.’ And then the deep, regular, slow breathing starts again and I lie back down, fully awake again, and wonder how I can get rid of him and continue my journey alone.
7
CALLUM
Despite everything, I think I’m going to laugh.
Very, very carefully, to avoid making any sound moving the sheets, I inch my wrist up so that I can see my watch.
Bloody hell. It’s nearly three thirtya.m.Three thirty.
Part of the reason that I dragged Emma away from the group was that it just felt too odd socialising like that with her, and the other part was that I thought we should both get a good night’s sleep given tomorrow’s long (I hope) drive.
And here we are both having been awake the whole time.
I think Emma still thinks I’m asleep, though, so at least we don’t have to talk.
I’m unbelievably bored, and very envious of Emma’s Kindle. I shouldn’t have pretended to be asleep. Then I could have read something too.
She heaves herself onto her other side yet again and mutters something.
I really think she just said, ‘Stupid shit.’
She says it again. Yep. I’m guessing she’s jealous of my supposed deep sleep during her extreme wakefulness.
I laugh. I can’t help it.
‘Did you justlaugh?’ she asks.
‘Yep.’
‘Why?’
‘No reason.’
‘Callum.’ She’s speaking quite quietly but she sounds as though she’s on the brink of screaming, which unfortunately just makes me want to laugh more. ‘Are. You. Awake?’
‘Mmhmm?’
