Two days ago, That night.
She lay in his arms, breathing steadily. Laz was so worried he couldn't focus on the audiobook playing in his AirPods.
Even his textbook became a blur as she snuggled deeper into him.
His heart raced, making it hard to breathe. "Are you sleeping yet?" he asked softly.
She shook her head, the scent of vanilla in her hair warming his senses. "I actually can't," she murmured, her wide eyes staring into the dimly lit room.
He frowned, noting the fatigue etched on her face. Her lashes fluttered, but she didn't seem close to sleep. "My eyes are open, but my brain has shut down," she drawled.
"Should I get your sleeping pills?" he whispered, trailing his fingers gently through her hair.
She nodded, and he reached for the drawer beside the bed. Placing a pill in her palm, he opened a nearby bottle of water. She gulped it down with an audible sigh.
"I should tell you something, Laz," she began, trailing off with a yawn.
