Chapter 10

When I speak, my voice comes out as an early morning croak. “I feel like shit.”

With another kiss, this one on the tip of my nose, he slips out of bed and disappears into the hallway. I tug the sheets up over my nose and close my eyes again. Yes, I’m definitely skipping class today. If it weren’t for this killer headache, I’d maybe ask him to skip class, too, and spend the day languishing in the bed in his arms. I try to recall his schedule—maybe he cantake off, and even if we don’t do anything, it’ll be nice to just be with him—but my head hurts too much to think right now.

He returns with a cold, wet cloth filled with ice cubes, which he presses gently beneath my eyes. I cover his hand with mine and sigh. The cool washcloth grows warm against my skin.

“You shouldn’t cry at night,” he says softly.

I shouldn’t cry ever,I think, but I keep the words to myself. Right now, with him beside me, I can’t remember why I’d been crying at all.