“Okay, move off,” he tells Jay. “We’ve got beds to make.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Jay gets to his feet and slips his phone into his pocket.
He sorts out the sheets and pillows on that side of the couch, before he nods at me to move.
I get up and back off. Two seconds later, he has my bed ready for me, too.
“Thanks,” I murmur, as he winks at me.
“Get some sleep. I’ll hit the lights.”
I get between my sheets and lay down.
Falcon does the same at his side.
I glance over, and I can’t help thinking about high school sleepovers.
This is what it feels like, though I can’t say Falcon was ever at one of those.
It’s not our first time sharing a couch, though.
That was the night I realized we were true mates.
I’d found out he was staying at the high school, and we finally talked to each other.
We met in secret for a while, pretending we were just dating, until high school was over, and I was about to have my life planned out for me by my elitist parents.
“Remind you of anything?” I ask, as Jay turns out the lights.
Falcon reaches out for my hand, and I touch my fingers to his.
“A little,” he admits. “You were a lot closer that night.”
“I was,” I agree, remembering how good it had felt to fall asleep in his arms.
The morning was a bit less romantic, which was when we discovered neither of us was used to sleeping in such a tight position all night.
“It was nice, but I don’t want to wake up on the floor tomorrow.”
He laughs lightly. “I wasn’t asking you to move over here.”
“You sure?” I ask, waiting to find out how tired he really is.
“Get a room, or at least invite me over,” Jay remarks, making us both laugh.
“Goodnight, Shayne,” Falcon says, making the decision for us all.
“Night, Falcon. Night, Jay.”
“I’m waking you up in four hours, right?” Jay asks.
“Five,” Falcon corrects him.
“Oh, thank God,” I murmur, as if that extra hour is really going to do anything.
Being woken before six in the morning to do manual labor is a form of torture if you ask me, but Falcon wants me out there with him, and I know it’ll make everything better for all of us when we’re all allowed to spend time on the academy’s grounds, so I close my eyes and cross my fingers that five hours will feel more like eight.
Chapter One Hundred-Thirteen
