Then he lowers out of view.
Chapter 114
Sterling
On my back,hands folded on my chest, head resting on a rolled-up T-shirt, I stare at the bottom of the bunk above me.
It’s been forty minutes.
I can’t hear any more whispered conversations.
No sounds of anyone still trying to get comfortable.
Just heavy snoring.
Slowly, I roll out of my bed.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
Shouldn’t chance it.
Not with Fisher on the other side of the curtain.
But even that isn’t enough to stop me.
If Fisher is still awake, and if he’s looking, he’d see me climbing up the front of the bunk, so I stay on the side, keeping the barrier between us.
Of course, if he gets up to piss and looks this way, he’ll easily see two of us up here. And I’d give it fifty-fifty if he’d say something.
But he’s amostlyrespectful kid. So I don’t think he’d creep like that.
Wouldn’t creep the way I do.
Gripping the edge of the top bunk, I place a foot on my bunk to boost myself up.
The frame creaks.
The sound is loud, but not louder than that asshole snoring.
Courtney doesn’t even stir.
Swinging my leg up, I maneuver until I’m on all fours and I can pull her pile of blankets back.
How she can sleep with so many clothes on, I’ll never understand.
But then I look at her flannel-covered body, and I think it might be even sexier than her sleeping naked.
Naked is great, but wrapped in my clothes is even better.
I slip my legs under the blankets and lower myself.
These beds are hardly fucking big enough for me on my own, so the two of us together is going to be a tight fit.
But it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make over and over.
Courtney is facing me, hands once again entwined under her chin, but she scooted over before falling asleep, leaving just enough room for me to lie on my back.
Like the last time I crawled into her bed while she was sleeping, I slip my arm under her neck. But this time, I pull her into my side until she’s half sprawled over my chest.