Chapter Sixty-seven

♦September's POV♦

My feet are cold and a waft of cold air wafts up my body just as I'm about to fall asleep, I frown, where is my blanket?

I vividly remember tucking myself in a couple minutes ago before getting comfortable on the bed, thoughts running through my mind and then the cold comes out of nowhere and I sit up to see the entirety of my blankets on the floor.

I blink in confusion, frowning slightly, did I push them off?

Groaning slightly, I throw my legs off the bed to get the blankets. 

Absently, I get back on the bed and cover myself up again, thinking about Zach and I, Cameron, our trip to the Olde Country…

Another cold draft wafts up my body again and I grit my teeth in annoyance, what the hell is going on with the blankets?

I pick it up again and this time I prop myself on the headboard to watch the blankets, I don't remember pushing them off so someone else was definitely messing with me.