“Oakie, if you can hear me, you should—”
Footsteps reach me before the door opens.
I look up.
Edward steps inside and immediately stops when he sees me sitting up, a tray balanced in one hand.
For one ridiculous second, all I can think is that I should have stayed under the blanket. Or better yet, buried myself beneath the mattress and never come back out.
Heat rushes straight into my face as his gaze sweeps over me and some of the tension leaves his expression.
Without saying a word, he nudges the door shut with his foot and walks further into the room, the tray balanced carefully in one hand.
I watch him set it down on the reading table before turning and heading straight for me.
The mattress dips beneath his weight as he sits beside me.
“Hey.”
Before I can answer, his hand com
