Chapter 27

Being a light sleeper was both a gift and a curse at the same time. It was a sleeping trait Abigail developed after everything with Nicholas. It saved her a lot of trouble on mornings when she fell asleep on the couch after studying all night, where she had work the following day. Alternately, on nights when she was exhausted, the simplest sounds like Najay using the microwave or a phone ringing would cause her to jump from her rest.

Now, when she felt the bed dip by the middle, and a warm, familiar hand brushed the hair from her sleepy eyes, it felt like a blessing because she knew that it was Theodore -- he had come home. Abigail blinked her eyes open and smiled at him.

“Theodore,” she mumbled. Her voice was barely a whisper as her slumber dri