Aurora sat up, her eyes falling on Everett's sleeping face. She couldn't help herself—her hand reached out, almost on instinct, wanting to touch him.
But she stopped halfway.
What was she even doing?
They hadn't even really started dating, so why was she already feeling reluctant to leave him?
Aurora pulled her hand back. She stayed still and quiet for over ten minutes. Everett seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. Slowly, she reached out with the hand that wasn't chained and carefully slid it under his pillow.
Even though she hadn't seen exactly where he hid the key, she could guess. Back in college, she used to keep her own keys under her pillow too.
Everett's pillow was big, but her hand was nimble—like a little fish slipping quietly beneath the surface.
After a moment of searching, she felt the key.
Her brows lifted slightly. Everett probably never thought she'd be bold enough to actually steal the key and leave.
