103 An Impulsive Kiss (2/2)

”I didn't know that,” I mentioned. ”I'm glad I wasn't the only one who enjoyed it.” I chuckled nervously.

”I enjoyed it a little too much if you ask me.” He chuckled.

He settled down on the bed and I waited for signs of happiness to bloom. A small smile had crawled on his lips and his eyes had small folds on the side. He liked it, I told myself in an unbiased manner.

It was hard for me to believe, but he liked it. That's what Dr. Knight had asked me to do.

I wasn't sure Dr. Knight would appreciate me jumping into the act when I returned home, but I did what I instinctively wanted to. I wriggled to get the cover out from under my sides and scooted closer to him.

”Sorry, can I hold your hand as I sleep?”

He looked at me with pure terror. ”Aren't you scared I will misunderstand and take advantage of you?”

”Absolutely not. I have faith in your integrity,” I smiled. I wrapped my fingers around his and turned to face him. The chill of the room faded away and I found my eyes getting heavier. He looked at me incredulously but didn't say a word.

After a while, I heard him murmur. ”Sleep.” I didn't need to be told twice.

I woke up in a haze of warmth. I could feel my hands wrapped around something hard but the smell of mint and something else made me snuggle in closer. The object stiffened, making me know that it was not inanimate. But from how lifelessly it lay in my grasp, I didn't think it was alive and well. I squinted as light invaded my senses and turned away into the bed.

”Wake up,” Sebastian said, his guttural voice shocking me. I pushed my head up, hitting what seemed to be his chin, and quickly rolled away when the top of my head was invaded by a sharp pain.

When I looked over, I could see him clutching his chin and a look of pain in his eyes.

”Sorry, I was surprised,” I apologized quickly. He nodded and slid out of the bed. As he walked away, I lay mortified. The kiss had been impulsive, the holding of hands intentional, but my body had betrayed all sense and shifted close enough to him during my sleep.

I had not slept with someone for so long that I didn't know my sleeping habits. When I was younger, I would snuggle into my mother or father when I had nightmares and they would have to wake me up in the middle of the night because I was wrapped around them like an octopus and they could hardly breathe.