Chapter Fifty-Four

Harlow

The first thing I notice is the cold.

When Beckett sleeps, his entire body is warm, always. It's like he’s got a furnace under his skin. When he’s here, the bed is heat and weight and safety, but when he’s gone, it’s just sheets and quiet and the echo of my heartbeat in my ears.

I blink myself awake slowly. The room is gray with early morning light. It’s still, too still.

I reach before I t