Annalise had no idea how but she could still feel it, the staggering feeling that Nicolás wasn't telling her something.
Even when they'd been as close as physically possible, she could still feel the distance and she hated it. The memory of his first scathing look at her was forever embedded in her brain.
She watched him as he slept, he looked just as he did when he was awake. His face was marred by a frown. Slowly, her hands went up to touch his face, one finger gently trailing his jaw.
"What is it that goes on in your head?" She asked in a quiet voice.
"You," came his gruff reply, she almost flinched.
His eyes came upon and he watched her, looking as though he could see through her. Annalise felt her heart leap, her stomach fluttering. It felt so good, too good to be real but here she was, here they were, lying next to each other.
"How'd you do it?" She asked.
His eyes asked the questions so she responded,
