I'm lying in bed pretending to sleep.
This is ridiculous.
I know it's ridiculous.
But here I am anyway, eyes closed, trying to keep my breathing even, listening for any sound of movement from downstairs.
Bael came home about twenty minutes ago.
Later than usual… It's past seven, and I'd stopped working around six-thirty, right when he normally gets back.
Sat there in the study, hyper-aware of every sound in the house, waiting.
When I finally heard the front door, heard his footsteps in the entryway, heard him talking briefly to someone… probably Mrs. Wen… I panicked.
I just completely panicked.
Ran to the bedroom, threw myself into bed, pulled the covers up, and closed my eyes like that would somehow solve all my problems.
Like if I'm asleep, I won't have to see his face or gauge his reaction or figure out if this morning's kiss ruined everything.
Mature.
Very mature.
I can hear him now, footsteps on the stairs, getting closer, the sound of the bedroom door opening.
