Page 62 of Without You

“Doesn’t look like they’ll get hit hard, either,” Brody remarks, his eyes glued to the TV, his arm around my shoulders, pinning me to his body.

“What time is it?” I ask, yawning and curling into him. I wrap an arm around his waist and he kisses the top of my head, stretching his legs out and resting his feet on the coffee table.

“Eleven. Why can’t storms like this ever hit in the middle of the day so we know what’s going on? I hate not being able to see anything.”

“Me, too.”

My eyes feel heavy, despite the unsettling feeling that lingers beneath the surface. But I’m tired and I know that I need sleep or tomorrow is going to be even worse yet. I’m already dragging most days, not getting enough sleep tonight will only make it worse.

“By the looks of the radar, it’s going to be raining for a while, but the storm seems to have settled a bit.”

“That’s good. I can handle the rain and thunderstorms, it’s the tornadoes that I don’t like.”

“Yup.”

“I’m exhausted,” I admit, grudgingly, sitting up before I fall asleep on his chest. But that does have a lot of appeal. “I think I need to go to bed if we aren’t in any danger.”

Brody stands up and peeks out the window, even though it’s pitch black and there’s nothing he can see. “Yeah, me, too.”

I stand up and move toward the door and he stops me, his hand lightly wrapped around my forearm. “Where are you going?”

“Um, to bed?”

“First of all, were you even going to say good bye? Second, no. You’re sleeping here tonight. What if the storm picks back up? I don’t want you in the apartment. You can sleep in the guest bed if you feel more comfortable but just so you know, my vote is for my bed because I want you there again.”

Well, how could I say no to that?

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