It Wasn't the First Time — It Still Knocked the Thought Clean Out of Me (Harper's POV)

Late at night.

I was drifting somewhere between sleep and waking when I felt the floor drop out from under me. My eyes flew open.

In the darkness, a blurred profile.

"Derek?"

No answer. He was holding me, carrying me, moving steadily up the stairs.

"Derek?"

Still nothing.

*Is he sleepwalking ...

Login and Continue Reading