Jax and I spent the rest of our Saturday reading.
After our heated moment, I got dressed, and I leaned against him between his legs as he read to me.
It was a comfortable few hours. I was having trouble not falling back asleep— he was reading Gone With The Wind to me in a quiet, soothing voice, one hand holding the book and the other tracing shapes up and down my arm.
I could definitely tell he took more blood from me this time. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but I was very tired.
“Suddenly she felt strong and happy. She was not afraid of the darkness or the fog and she knew with a singing in her heart that she would never fear them again. No matter what mists might curl around her in the future, she knew her refuge. She started briskly up the street toward home and the blocks seemed ver
