Several hours later. Midnight.
Ray laid awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling and counting each crack in the plaster. So far, he'd counted two dozen
His mind raced far and wide, filled with so many thoughts and contemplations. Most of which revolved around Anna. Just a while ago, he had to physically beg her to get some rest. Seeing her looking worried and exhausted over him was not something he liked to see. When she finally agreed to leave and come back at the crack of dawn, Ray was happy.
Not because he didn't like her presence.
And now, he was starting to regret what he did.
Maybe he should have just let her stay. Now he was missing her, looking at the door and wishing she'd walk right through. He wanted to hold her again. Breathe in her fresh scent and maybe…maybe finally bridge the space between them and just—
His face turned bright red and he groaned. "Stop that." He scolded himself.
