I wake up the next morning, a cold chill in the air. My body is shivering and I turn around to bury myself back under the duvet but I hit something or someone. I slowly turn and close my eyes, wishing it isn't who I think it is. . . Jake.

Jake Melvin is in my bed.

I take a deep breath, feeling myself beginning to panic. Calm down Emily, just think.

I replay last night's events and vaguely remember the terrible nightmare. After that Jake climbed into my bed to comfort me and I let out a small groan. I shuffle away from him, very aware of how close...