Chapter 82

Bailey’s p.o.v

I held my pillow, snuggling into it while rolling on the bed

Wait! How am I in bed? I sat up straight trying to remember how I ended up in bed. The last thing I remember doing was falling asleep in the living room, did I sleepwalk all the way here?

I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen to get something to drink. I pushed the door open and surprisingly William was there nursing a cup of coffee, I glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall and it read 7 a.m.

I walked to the coffee machine in need of a coffee too, ignoring William.

“Good morning.” He says from behind me, almost making me spill the coffee I was pouring.

“Good morning,” I mumble, while mixing all the ingredients I needed in my coffee.

“Did you sleep okay?” he asks. I turned around quite shocked he was asking me this. I’m usually the one trying to make a conversation between us, not the other way around.

“uhm, yeah I guess, did you?” I ask and he nods, the silence engulfing us. “Uhm. This might sound