Nora's POV
I shift restlessly in bed, staring at the ceiling as dawn creeps through the curtains. James hit the road for Chicago a while ago, probably pushing his car to dangerous speeds like he always does. Sleep feels impossible now that his warmth has left our bed.
Kicking away the heated blanket, I grab my pillow and try to find a comfortable position. The sudden chill makes me pull the covers back up, but my mind just won't shut the fuck up. This is pointless.
I sit up with a frustrated sigh, running both hands through my tangled hair. Getting up this early will leave me exhausted later, but lying here tossing and turning feels worse. Maybe I can squeeze in an afternoon nap if needed.
Blue magic flows from my fingertips, casting soft light across the bedroom as I search for the pajamas James practically tore off me last night. Our Star Wars marathon never happened, though I doubt he minded the alternative entertainment we found.
