Chapter 5: We Go Together
I woke to the soft caress of her fingertips at my throat. Blinking back the early morning light, I twisted on a pillow that smelled like her hair and gazed up at the blurry shadow of her smile. She was sitting in a kimono, coffee mug steaming in her hand, gazing down at me with almost maternal affection. Her words were soft, so different from the teasing tone that drove me crazy. "I know how badly you wanted to flee," she said, "but after your cry you just went out like a light. I cleaned you off a little bit and tucked you in."
Her eyes drifted over the sheet and I realized I was absolutely naked underneath it. "I hope that's okay," she added.
Embarrassed, I tugged the sheet under my chin. "It's fine," I said brusquely. "I mean, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
