Maria.
I shifted slightly against Noah's body, careful not to make the movement too obvious.
Sleep had left me only a few seconds ago, pulled away by the sound of Anabel's voice cutting sharply through the quiet room. At first, I had remained still, letting my breathing stay slow and even, pretending that I was still lost in sleep.
I hadn't opened my eyes.
I didn't want to.
For some reason I couldn't quite explain, I didn't want to move away from Noah's warmth. His arms had been around me when I drifted off, steady and protective, and even now the lingering comfort of that closeness made me reluctant to break the moment.
But there was another reason too.
I didn't want to leave Noah and give Anabel the chance to have him to herself again.
So I stayed still.
Listening.
