Chapter 123 Elizabeth

• Sometime later, I jerk awake. It’s still dark outside, but a small, dim light emanates from the other bed. Huxley is lying there, the duvet pulled up to his waist, bare-chested, one arm tucked under his head, reading on his Kindle. I hadn’t heard him come in. How long has he been there? I can’t hear any music, so the party has obviously come to an end.
• For a while, I don’t move, afraid of breaking the spell. I let my gaze linger on him, on his muscular arms, and his handsome face, lit by the Kindle. An ache begins, deep in my heart. Why does everything have to be so complicated?
• He glances over at me then, and sees I’m awake. “Hello,” he murmurs.