BRIDGETTE

The room was quiet, oddly quiet for the missions that I had lined up. I groaned before rolling over, grabbing the headboard just in time before I fell off. The soft morning light was slipping through the curtains, casting a gentle kadow on the walls. The air was still, warm from the figure on the other end of the bed. I turned my head and watched Kendrick’s partially covered body. 

His face was peaceful in his sleep, and his dark lashes lay still against his skin. One arm was thrown across the bed and the other was bent near his chest. His lips were slightly part and his hair...