Borrowed Comfort

Sienna

I woke up and stared at the ceiling for a full minute before I remembered where I was.

Right. Declan's house. The big ass one he'd been hiding from me while we shared a crammed apartment like two broke college students.

I turned my head slowly. The book was still on the nightstand exactly where I'd left it — or where he'd put it after I fell asleep, which meant he'd closed it for me, which