As He Sleeps

I stare at myself in the mirror as I get ready for bed, braiding my hair and throwing it over my shoulder. I tell myself I’m not doing this to get back at him.

Not really.

But as I slip out of my room, the hem of Declan’s large shirt brushes against my thighs and all I can think about is Ryker. I’m buried in my thoughts as I walk, remembering his kisses and his lips all over me.

The way his hands