I got woken from my sleep by someone speaking and shaking me gently. I groan but then open my eyes. I am met with Kyler sitting on the edge of my bed, next to me.
“Kyler?” I ask, confused.
Why is he here? Is he really here, or am I dreaming??
“Hey, beautiful,” he whispers, stroking the hair away from my eyes.
I close my eyes once again and move into his touch. I whimper at the feel of his firm hand on my skin again. I have missed it and the comfort it brings me.
He pulled away after a moment. I sat up, suddenly remembering why I am in bed at this time of day.
“Oh God, what happened? Are you here to tell me you got fired and I have been thrown out?” I panic.
I bet that is why he is here: to tell me everything is fucked up! I start rambling on, speaking about every worse possible scenario. Kyler grabs my hand in his and looks me straight in the eye.