ELEVEN
EVA MCRAYNE
"Can't we just stay like this forever?" I muttered against Jonah's shoulder after he dared to suggest we get up and shower. "I don't want to move."
Jonah laughed as he ran fingers through my hair and down the arm I had laying across his chest. "Don't you feel a mess, baby? You don't want a shower?"
"No." I drummed my fingers against Jonah's chest in time with his heartbeat. "I don’t.”
"You just said you didn't want to move." He adjusted his head against the pillow. "One would think you'd be worn out by now."
"I'm tired." I pushed hair from my face. "But a good sort of tired. Like when you get finished at the gym, I'm sure."
"Better."
"Better?" I leaned up on my elbows to see his face while I teased him. "I wasn't expecting you to ever say anything was better than
