13. The truth.
When I wake up the next day, I find deep brown eyes staring straight into mine. Reid is propped up on one elbow, his face looking calmer than I’ve ever seen it.
I smile, remembering last night.
“Good morning, Blue,” he says in his husky morning voice, gently brushing a strand of hair from my face.
“Good morning.” I lift my hand and place it on his chest, my fingers playing idly against his skin. My eyes stay there, focused on my touch over his body.
Uncertainty creeps in, because I have no idea what happens now. We didn’t exactly talk last night, so I have no clue where we stand.
My eyes close on their own when Reid takes my chin and kisses my lower lip—briefly, but sweetly.
“Are you okay?” he asks when he pulls back, his thumb and forefinger still holding my chin.
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