Chapter 9

• Emerson’s eyes fluttered open, still drowsy from sleep, the digital clock on his nightstand table displayed it was 6:43am. He blinked a few times, yawning all the while scratching his stomach.
• His room was dark save for the snippet of sunlight that slipped in through the cracks of curtains. A hot breath touched his neck, raising goosebumps on his skin, followed by shuffling and incoherent mumbling beside him.
• Emerson stiffened, then so recalled he had asked Mason to stay over, his body relaxed a bit. And he turned to face him.