I pulled the blanket up over my collarbone and closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep.

Since Mason was three years old, he had refused to sleep with me and insisted on sleeping in his own room.

Because I have slept alone for the last two years, it felt weird to know that somebody else was there in my space.

I had thought that I would lie awake, but surprisingly, I had fallen asleep shortly thereafter.

When he heard my even breathing beside him, Lyon finally turned to look at me. The room was pitch black, and he could only vaguely make out my face. The person he had missed...