Midnight Walk



"Do you want to go for a walk?"

The shadows dancing over the walls shift and suddenly disappear.

Cameron blinks in surprise at Chase beside her. He has turned on the light.

He fixes her with a look of utter bewilderment; his ruffled hair only strengthens the look.

The clock on the beside table reads 2:07am.

"It's the middle of the night, Al," he tells her once his eyes have adjusted. His voice is rough from sleep – or rather from lying in the darkness, trying to sleep.

She props herself up and tilts her head in an almost shrug. "I know," she says. "Do you want to, though?"

"I want to sleep tonight actually," he bites back.


"I'm sorry," he goes on. "I'm just tired. Really tired. Could we go another night?"

Cameron sighs and nestles back under the covers. She buries her nose in the crook of his neck and trails kisses up to his ear before kissing him chastely on the mouth.

"Tomorrow," she agrees breathily. "But you're gonna have to make up for not going now."

He grins sleepily at her and nods. "Of course I'll make it up to you."

Almost asleep herself, she murmurs, "can't wait."