~ JESSE ~
I woke up the next morning on the couch with a crick in my neck and a heart hammering in my chest.
It took a second to remember what had happened, and why I felt like a pit was opening in my stomach. But when I did…
I sat up, pushing my hair back and looking around. The chamber was empty and even though there was no sunlight here, somehow I could tell that I had overslept.
Or rather, that I had slept late.
I'd sat on that couch for at least an hour after Cazz walked out, just in case he changed his mind and came back. But I refused to ask him to. And even though he didn't shut off the bond- which kept me sane- he also didn't use it.
When I examined that cord between us, it gave me the same feeling as sitting in the same room as a person I knew wasn't speaking to me.
Proximity was not the same as intimacy.
The problem was, I didn't know how to bridge that gap. And I didn't think I wanted to.
