The realization settled some of the panic.
Not all of it. I doubted anything ever would.
But enough that I could finally breathe without feeling like my lungs were collapsing in on themselves.
I dragged both hands over my face and immediately felt damp skin beneath my palms. Sweat.
Great.
My entire body felt wrong, heavy and exhausted, like I'd spent the last few hours running instead of sleeping.
Then I became aware of something else.
Warmth.
Solid warmth beneath my cheek.
For a second I frowned in confusion before the memory of the documentary, the couch and Elias came crashing back all at once.
Oh.
Oh no.
At some point I'd fallen asleep.
Not on the couch.
On him.
My head had somehow ended up resting against his thigh while one of his cushions had been gently placed bene
