Benny
Getting shot had apparently turned sleeping into a competitive sport.
I woke later than I meant to, stiff through my side and annoyed by the dull pull around the stitches every time I moved wrong. The house was quiet enough that I assumed everyone else was still asleep until I shuffled into the hallway and saw the light from the living room.
Then I saw the couch.
JJ was curled against Nixx with her head tucked against his chest, one hand resting loosely over his stomach. Nixx had an arm wrapped around her waist, his chin angled toward the top of her head, and the blanket had slipped off them.
They looked comfortable.
That was the part that got me.
I had seen them kiss. I knew something had shifted between them, even if neither of them had volunteered details and I valued my co
