“Never.”
He winked and reached for a remote on the arm of the couch. I needed to waste time and watching something would make it go by quickly.
He settled on some action movie I hadn’t seen, and before I knew it, he pulled me into his side with my head on his chest. I listened to the movie and the steady rhythm of his heart in tandem. I should have known better, but after a few minutes of silence, the soft sounds and the warmth of his body lulled me to sleep. The day had finally caught up to me, and there was no fighting it.
“Goodnight, my star,” he whispered.
I felt myself being lifted and carried. But to where? His bed? My room?
Chapter Twenty-Two
We’re talking really good
“Wake up.”
Someone tapped on my shoulder, and I groaned my way back to life. When my eyes opened, I saw Remy’s face.
“Class starts in an hour. Figured you’d want to get your shit together.”
Shit.
I shot up and looked around. Rylan’s fancy suite had been replaced with mine. I wondered how I got to my bed. Despite searching through my memories, there was none of me walking back.
“Did Rylan bring me here?”
I felt like it was an obvious answer, but I wanted to hear it. I’d fallen asleep on his couch and woke up in my bed.
She smirked, and I ignored the knowing look.
“Yeah, Prince Charming got you to bed before midnight. He must have really tired you out.”
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. I hoped it still worked after our unexpected dip in the lake.
A text popped up moments later, and I sighed. It looked okay to me as I clicked on the notification.
Rylan: Your phone got wet in the lake, but I fixed it. See you in class.
He’d fixed my phone and programmed his number inside. Remy walked to the edge of her bed and scratched her owl’s neck.
I wonder if my little noodle was up, but knew she liked to sleep in.
“I’ll see you in class, Temperance. Bye Jemison. Bye Edith,” Remy called out and I scrambled out of bed to find my noodle colored in dark red. That didn’t seem like good color.
“Hey, Edith, my little love. Good morning.” I lowered my hand, and she watched it without a word.Uh-oh.
“What’s wrong?” I asked and the little drama queen didn’t disappoint.
“You left me in here while she didthat thingwiththat man! My eyes!” Her colors blinked from red to white and back.
Oh no.
She was sleeping when I went down to dinner. I wasn’t expecting everything to happen afterwards. I sort of forgot she’d be in the room when Remy and her mystery man were going at it. Poor thing.
“Jemison didn’t care. She just flew out the window, but I can’t do that! If I leave the room without you, I’ll get squished.”
Edith half rolled out of her stuffed moose and twisted like she may play dead again.
“Or someone could think I’m cute, because I am, and take me. Gah! What if they don’t let me sleep in the bed with them? Or have a heated moose!”
