When I wake up I feel about the same as I did before. Since it is still light outside, Seth is still behind me, and my hair is still damp, I assume I haven't been out for long. Maybe a couple hours. I have that sour post-nap taste in my mouth and it makes me grimace. Stirring, trying to loosen up my stuff joints, I break free from Seth's arms but wake him up in the process. He groans as he wakes up, stretching. My neck throbs noticeably, causing my eyes to twitch.
"How are you feeling?" Seth asks groggily.
"The same."
"You need to eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"It isn't a choice. It's an order. You need to eat. It's been a couple days since you put something in your stomach. Your cheekbones stick out a little more than they should," he sits up, dragging his finger along my cheekbone as he
