Chapter 115 Cocoon
- They had been woken up by the relentless buzzing of messages flooding Deanna’s phone. It was already around nine. She was so comfortable sleeping on him that the persistent sound annoyed her—she didn’t want to move. Finally, she stretched out her hand and grabbed the device. An endless stream of notifications: Leonard, Leonard, Leonard, Leonard.
- "Hey, Deanna, are you awake?"
- "You must still be sleeping."