Chapter 2
Francesca
I opened my eyes to a mostly dark room.
The moonlight shone through the front window, creating a lovely effect. “Shh, sleep,” Stefan's voice floated into my ear.
“Where did you go?” I mumbled, hardly able to get out the words. I was so, so, so tired.
“Go back to sleep, Chesca.” I felt his lips on my cheek and that confused me. Mostly because I remembered his big man tantrum before he left. Why in the world was he here with me in bed kissing my cheek?
“What are you doing? I thought you were mad at me?” I swallowed but my mouth felt dry. Which was weird. Maybe it was the air here. But that didn't make much sense since there was a huge body of water right outside.
His arm tightened around my middle. “No, I'm mad at myself for how I treated you. I'm sorry, Chesca. So fuckin' sorry.” He kissed my cheek again and pulled me into his body.
I wanted to ask him more questions, but I just couldn't stay awake to do it.
Right before I drifted off again, I thought I heard Stefan say, “I don't deserve you.”
Or I might have dreamt it.