The next day I woke up early. I caught Wyatt bent over and folding his arms as he sat in his chair last night. This is where he actually slept.

I slowly got up and looked up at my wall clock. 7:12 am. It was still dark in my room because the big curtain hadn’t opened yet. I reached for the remote on the side table and opened them.

When the light came in I was free to observe Wyatt. In all the details of his face, only his eyelashes and lips did not look hard. I mean, his face does resemble a serious and hard expression even if he's...