Chapter 15
Atlanta, GA
Charles
I AWOKE EARLY the next morning and noted that Philip was still snuggled up against me as best he could be with one arm in a cast. I looked at him for a long time. Even with overnight stubble on his face, I never tired of just watching him sleep. Eventually, he began to stir, so I leaned over, kissed him, and said, “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”
Philip stretched as best he could with only one fully functional arm, smiled, and said, “How long have you been awake?”
“A while. I’ve just been lying here watching you sleep, enjoying the view.”
He smiled his thanks at me. “How do you feel this morning? Any pain? Do you need to use the bathroom?”
“Great, no, and not yet.” I looked at the bedside clock, which read six thirty. “Feel like making up for last nigh
