Once I shut the window, I turned back to Cullen who was sleeping carelessly like a mess. I waltzed into his room to grab him a blanket since waking him up while he was asleep was not a good idea.
However, a glint of scattered sheets on his bedside table caught my eye.
Pictures. Lots of pictures.
There just weren't any pictures. There were various photos – all of Kylo.
My breath clamped in my throat. Dozens of shots of Kylo – smiling, frowning, working, name it.
H– How?
Why did Cullen have these?
Kylo must have uploaded them on his social media but what business did Cullen have saving and printing them?
Then, I remembered him returning from work with Kylo earlier. Perhaps, those two have some business going on that they weren't letting me in on.