Her arms prickled with goose bumps, and that familiar sensation of watchful eyes washed over her. There was a soft tug at her hair, tickling at her neck. Her lashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes to her dark bedroom. She tilted her head to the door, certain for a moment that she hadn’t been alone. That a hand had passed through her hair, a gaze steadily watching over her. That maybe someone had come to check on her.
