This thing where I turn from one side to the other is not my thing. Again, I roll onto my left side, admire Hunter's bare back, and count his little spots visible in the room’s darkness, where the only beam of light is from the moon.

I roll over onto my back again, and my newer, more usual discomfort remains with me.

“Shit.” I punch the mattress with clenched fists.

“What was that, Selena?”-mutters Hunter sleepily.

“I can't fix myself to sleep” I whimper.

“Again?” Finally, he turns and faces me with those beautiful pairs of blue eyes.

“I thought I would sleep well, at least this night.”

I was...