Chapter 89

The moment the lights in the room went out, my breathing faltered for a second. Perhaps because I couldn't see anything, my sense of hearing and touch became more acute instead. Tom's breathing was steady and deep, loud in the stillness of the night. I could almost feel his breath against my ear. And the smell of his body wash lingered in the air after his shower. I found myself holding my breath as I shut my eyes tightly, trying to fall asleep by counting sheep. But for some reason, the usual post-pregnancy drowsiness didn't kick in this time. In fact, the more I counted, the more alert I felt. Frustrated, I turned over onto my other side. In the dark, Tom's deep voice suddenly broke the silence. "Having trouble sleeping? Is it because you're not used to the bed?" The small amount of sleepiness I had felt instantly vanished. I could do nothing but reluctantly admit, "Yeah… I guess…" "Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?" Tom's voice sounded amused, and I could almost pict